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“Please call me Carol. I said, ‘It is no use your telling me about this walk and pretend I’ve been told about the ball, because you haven’t. Winifred instantly picked it up. As time wore on, and they did not return, Mr. Now it is—’ ‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’ demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. “Why destroy me, child? There are so many secrets I 231 could tell you. 265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door. Old Lancashire families both.
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