My birth certificate was destroyed when the county building it was housed in burned down. ’ ‘You ain’t never,’ gasped Pottiswick. But the first one was brought home, and it was the beginning of the end. She had been obliged to spend the night in that fateful bedchamber, the faithful Kimble—who had foraged at a nearby inn, bringing back a large pie and a jug of porter for his mistress—guarding the door outside. ” Her mind went back to that treaty. I felt suddenly I understood you—as an intelligent person. Indignation carried her through that night, that men and the world could so entreat her. There could not, he decided, possibly be two girls so much alike.
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