” Annabel laughed hardly. Trenchard glanced at the document. “Women are mocked,” she said. “There’s the classes,” said Constance, the well-informed. “Four,” Anna decided firmly. ‘Do you not understand that I can trust no one—no one?’ ‘That is a pity,’ Gerald said, rising to face her. ’ ‘No, miss,’ cut in Kimble.
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