‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. Used to play together, we did, all over Remenham House. If you had any idea what depths people have sunken to as you reside safely in this high fortress, you would search your soul to find the mote of charity left there. This getting up at dawn—real dawn—and working until seven was a distinct novelty.
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