“Anna, you are the dearest, bravest sister in the world,” she cried. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. No other white people within twenty miles. I never met your sister in Paris, but I heard about her more than once. One little minute with soap and water, voilà tout. She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly.
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