Thomas Gainsborough The Morning Walk

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Nagging and cajoling, she urged him down the steps, and they picked their way through the shattered glass and splintered wood and into a small, cool room off the landing. The walls were lined with shelves of bottles, jars, pots, pestles and mortars, and chemists' balances. Under the dirty window was a stone sink, where the old man was desperate.
"Oh, yes, we have everything. You, girl, open that drawer in the table and bring out a bandage."
Will saw the knife lying on the table in the center of the room, but before he could pick it up the old man was limping toward him with a bowl of water.pouring something with a shaky hand from a large bottle into a smaller one."Sit down and drink this," he said, and filled a small glass with a dark golden liquid.Will sat down and took the glass. The first mouthful hit the back of his throat like fire. Lyra took the glass to stop it from falling as Will gasped."Drink it all," the old man commanded."What is it?""Plum brandy. Drink."Will sipped it more cautiously. Now his hand was really beginning to hurt."Can you heal him?" said Lyra, her voice