She awoke at 11:12 am, her foster sister snoring in the bed across the room. ’ ‘Oh, you are, are you?’ said the nun, evidently not mollified, but she was forestalled. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. Before a word could be said, however, a slight noise was heard in the chimney, and Jack with his irons on descended from it. Do you think it’s nothing to me to have my daughter running about London looking for odd jobs and disgracing herself?” “Sha’n’t get odd jobs,” said Ann Veronica, wiping her eyes.
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