
In a narrow dirty lane, Mistress Croale stood outside her drink shop and ordered a ragged child to leave the gutter. Come out of that filth, Gibbie; half an hour on bare knees is long enough for whatever treasure you imagine there. You step into this one-chapter preview with Mysie at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. Outside, the granite streets swallowed Gibbie before anyone could ask what his wordless honesty might do next. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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