“How I am to earn enough sous for my dinner to-morrow—or failing that, what I can sell. ” Lucy put the back of her hand to Michelle’s forehead. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. And they pay her.
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