Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. She felt like Snow White in a secret forest house populated by dwarves. Adventure rules, and morality—looks up the trains in the Bradshaw. It’s Providence. Wagstaff. For this three weeks had been the hardest of her life. ‘I don’t want a hue and cry after me, I thank you.
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