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Jon

           Thebodyunderthesewnskinswasshowingintheearlyturnsofpregnancy."AreyouoneofCraster’sdaughters?"heasked.

           Sheputahandoverherbelly."Wifenow."Edgingawayfromthewolf,shekneltmournfullybesidethebrokenhutch."Iwasgoingtobreedthemrabbits.There’snosheepleft."

           "TheWatchwillmakegoodforthem."Jonhadnocoinofhisown,orhewouldhaveofferedittoher...thoughhewasnotsurewhatgoodafewcoppersorevenasilverpiecewoulddoherbeyondtheWall."I’llspeaktoLordMormontonthemorrow."

           Shewipedherhandsonherskirt."M’lord"

           "I’mnolord."

           Butothershadcomecrowdinground,drawnbythewoman’sscreamandthecrashoftherabbithutch."Don’tyoubelievehim,girl,"calledoutLarktheSisterman,arangermeanasacur."That’sLordSnowhimself."

           "BastardofWinterfellandbrothertokings,"mockedChett,who’dlefthishoundstoseewhatthecommotionwasabout.

           "Thatwolf’slookingatyouhungry,girl,"Larksaid."Mightbeitfanciesthattenderbitinyourbelly."

           Jonwasnotamused."You’rescaringher."

           "Warningher,morelike."Chett’sgrinwasasuglyastheboilsthatcoveredmostofhisface.

           "We’renottotalktoyou,"thegirlrememberedsuddenly.

           "Wait,"Jonsaid,toolate.Shebolted,ran.

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