had truly grown to immensely enjoy and anticipate her marketing forays throughout the countryside selling the fine fabrics that the lady herself had spun. What would she do with herself if that all came to a screeching halt due to Lady Elizabeth’s lack of better judgment? She realized she was being selfish but she had grown to love her recurring adventures of countryside travel, fists-in-the-air haggling, and tavern meals, and when life at Lillicrap Manor seemed meaningless she at least had that to look forward to. And if the lady stopped weaving that all came to an end. Molly had once tried weaving herself but the end result looked pretty much like a colorful birds nest mauled by a cat, thus she depended entirely upon the lady for the product to peddle...

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