When Sheila was in a bad mood, she berated her new foster daughter for streaks on the windows, dust on the figurines, for crooked bed sheet corners, and floors that had not been waxed properly. ’ ‘Lucilla,’ gasped Hilary, his cheeks reddening with wrath. “You have changed somehow—and you certainly are less friendly. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window.
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