The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. "Perhaps things would have been different if she had lived. Hardened as he may be, that would touch him. . ’ ‘Me, miss?’ uttered Mrs Ibstock doubtfully.
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