You can trust me, Anna. ’ ‘You need not be a nun,’ he said, leaning towards her. She slipped on a white clingy imitation silk tee-shirt, a sexy number that Shari had bought on super-sale at the Limited. I told him that I would help stage your kidnapping. Anna rummaged about in her dressingcase, and finally drew out a letter. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. You are not going anywhere but to the Tredgold College. I told you that at the outset. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor. I walked London till the soles of my shoes were worn through, and my toes were blistered.
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