Saint Sis above...
How can someone be so bad?
It costs twenty silver coins just to ring a bell... Enough said, please hang this sacred Ancient Bell at Horace's doorstep!
He'll work for just 5 silver coins, absolutely fair to both young and old. As long as the sound of silver coins keeps falling, his bell sound will never stop!
"Damn... Damn it, I last cried the last time! This wicked unequal treaty must be abolished!"
"Two loving souls coming together is the will of the Divine, what right does a bell-ringer have to represent the Divine? Did he ask for Horace's opinion!"
Mr. Horace, who often speaks radical opinions, inadvertently spoke human words this time, using his sleeve to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes and then offered the sleeve to his teary-eyed wife.
His wife grabbed the sleeve to blow her nose, looking at him with tearful eyes.
"If it were me... would you do as Matthew did for me?"
