” She smiled grimly at the recollection of that lunch—tea and roll at a cheap café. “Anna,” she moaned, “I am a jealous, ungrateful woman. He wasn't satisfied with an assured income from the paper-mills your grandfather left us. Washed in light from the vestry window, she held her ground, all thought at bay, bar the steel determination long ago instilled in her by her unconventional tutor. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk. You can, too, if you wish. ‘And she’s—’ She broke off, a sudden light in her eyes.
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