The woman sits in an old rocking chair in the corner of the room and starts to embroider something. It looks to be some sort of Sampler. You watch her for a while. She seems to be very tired. After a while she begins to nod off to sleep. As she begins to snore, her dog, a sort of lurcher thing, barks and wakes her. She stands up and makes her way across the room, leaving her needlework on a side table. She then goes upstairs to bed. |
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