Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. ” He spoke of secretarial work, but even there she would need to be able to do typing and shorthand.
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