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“Not to-night,” she said. ” “I am going to pack my bag,” Anna answered. Then he released her hand, and sat back a little, appearing to concentrate his thoughts on her face. She came to me in a dream. During the week, her uniform was the blue and white scrubs of a nurse, the job she had suffered at for twenty-seven years. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. Stop it.
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