“Thus the maid went from illness to illness until, one day, she died. Alfanhui and his master buried her in the garden with a headstone etched in vinegar saying: Selfless and Silent.”
“The master used to tell stories long into the night. When he began to tell them, the maid would light the fire. The maid knew all the stories and would stoke up the fire as the story began to build. When it became monotonous, she would let the fire die down and, at moments of excitement, she would put on more wood until the story ended and she allowed the fire to go out.”
“I’m in retirement,′ she told the maid. No one could have looked more dignified. The maid remained below, prepared the meals, and gossiped with the villagers. The maid was not unhappy: she had never liked Old Mr. Fox.”