“Was he really?” She asked, waiting on baited breath. She is curiously altered in many ways. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. She had very few clear memories before a particular day in the library, when they had finished one of her first reading lessons.
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