She felt that for a time at any rate her depressing struggle against continual failure was at an end. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. ‘You said?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham, your great-aunt, miss. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour.
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