Mary went inside and put the kettle on for a cup of tea. By the time it was made and she was sipping it, still in her soiled stockings, the children had woken up and were seeking something to eat. She marvelled at their resilience even as she worried at their ignorance. They sat there eating hot porridge Mary scrambled t…
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