There was no response. Water sprung from the corners of the school roof, turning it into a gigantic fountain. Such pretty manners, she thought. I’m that shamed to confess it, miss, but it were then I thought of Martha. Of course, at home there would have been questions. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated.
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