| Subject: A woman of about twenty walks slowly up. She admires the bird, and hearing the price, winces. He green tattered dress tells of better days... |
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Tarinaur
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Date Posted: 13:19:59 10/12/01 Fri
In reply to:
Merchant and Lunaroura
's message, " A man walks in hoisting a small falcon on his arm..." on 14:18:14 08/23/01 Thu
She slowly walks up to the man 'excuse me, M'lord. I would like the bird' *Reaches into the bag by her side, and shows the asked forty shillings in her hand to the man ' please sir? I know I dont look like much, but my brother and father were hawkers. I know what I am doing. Please? *she looks at him expectantly, knowing that if she can get the hawk, she will have food, if not a home all winter*
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