Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane though. Michelle sat on her bed, which emanated scents of powdered laundry detergent and Sweet Honesty perfume. Ann Veronica snatched at the opportunity, and spent most of the intervening time in the Assyrian Court of the British Museum, reading and thinking over a little book upon the feminist movement the tired woman had made her buy. Wood. At last, she breathed. Ennison stood by her side. It was a haunted place.
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