She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. ‘Hadn’t meant you to know,’ said the nun gruffly. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it.
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