‘I recall my father speaking of you as a Remenham. Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the unborn baby. “I expect it is pretty well in shreds by now. "Can you pull him through?" was the anxious question. ’ ‘You, perhaps?’ she flung at him furiously, stepping out from behind the desk.
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