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"Well," Demelza says thoughtfully, though she's hiding a bit of a sly grin. "I did know I liked Julia and Jeremy straight off and they're children, which I think t'be looked upon as just as serious a commitment."

She's being silly and when she looks up at Greta, it's clear in her smile that she knows it, but she does sort of feel that to be true. Her children had come from her, of course, and she had carried them for nine months, but she knows there are women in Cornwall who'd not wanted some of their babies, who'd dropped them down old, unused mine shafts, who had done other horrible things in order to escape equally horrible situations, and she supposes if someone is able to do something like that, they must not feel all that attached to the child in the first place.

Perhaps she's wrong, having never been in such a situation, but she doesn't believe choosing a dog this quickly is a bad thing at all.

"I don't think it is," she says, shaking her head, reaching out to run her fingers through Sadie's soft fur. "I think sometimes there's a connection that seems silly to deny. Sadie clearly likes you and I think if you like her, too, then there's nothing else to consider, is there?" Maybe if she continued to look she would find another dog she likes as well, but they both know Greta can't take all of them home and there is likely something good to be said for all of them, but at the end of it, she still has to pick only one.