A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. I'm entirely at your service. Things that you and the nuns would not think about for—’ She stopped, biting back the words “for a young girl”. ‘You said—who?’ ‘Remenham. I want to be a person by myself, and to pull my own strings. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think.
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