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lane arrived in good time, and mahler had just stepped forward to greet the woman when he saw her countenance. the moment passed, and now it was his turn to be swept with a sort of worry, brows narrowing as he gathered the realization of what lane had said. "i have not seen in her in some veeks. i had — perhaps assumed — she vas occupied here vith the little vones born."
"how long has she been gone?" the man asked softly. attention diverted in the next moments by a child's growl, a stormy expression upon the dark little face. he glanced to lane with a smile meant to soften the moment, then chuffed toward the boy. "i am mahler."
but inside himself; iana? where had she gone?