From: Implements
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ust when Joanna had gotten the grates emptied, the larder restocked, the privy cleaned and the scullery floor scrubbed, had washed the dog and scoured the sinks, and was taking down the heavy iron ladle to dish up the stew, the master came in, drunk as usual, and bellowing to know why supper wasn’t ready yet. When she protested that she was bringing it right up, he snarled, “Nevermind, just let me have it now.”
He might have lived to regret those words. Briefly.
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