“Both!” said Ann Veronica. “Fighting goes with loads of its own baggage, John. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. ‘Beg your pardon, ma’am, but she’s enough to try the patience of a saint. You tell me he didn't like the stuff. ‘The credentials, milor’,’ he ventured. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. “A girl needs her mother most exactly when she thinks she doesn’t.
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