She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side, fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. ‘You were supposed to be nursing him,’ Martha grumbled, ‘and helping him convalesce. Leaving the library by the same door she had first used to enter it earlier that day, she crossed the two little antechambers and moved on through the rooms. I want my freedom. “Yes, but I act older than I look.
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