“What’s that for?” He said. She had one idea, she found, very clear in her mind—that she would get a Research Scholarship, and so contrive another year in the laboratory. Her mouth dry, she made her feet walk on, not daring to utter a word. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television.
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