NOT MY WORK!
linkThe horse driven carriage rode up to the large residence. The driver stepped upto the carriage door and opened it for the occupant to step out
Mary Van Tassel stepped out, cradling the baby in her arms and gazing up at the house, previously of her late husband. She gazed down at Harlow's face, delicatly stroking her cheek with her thumb.
'You look so much like your mother...' She said quietly, sighing, then looking at the mop of thick, dark hair. Her expression became one of slight surprise. 'Aahh.. so The Constable is your father..'
Mary began to approach the house. The baby...
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