It was the last thing she felt like drinking. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends. Never had he corrected her with hand or whip, the ring in his voice had always been sufficient to cower her. If ever she felt fatigue in these long tramps which had already taken her half over London, she never admitted it. I’m not that sort I quite agree. We all love you dearly.
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