Used to play together, we did, all over Remenham House. “Am I dull?” she said. The girl nodded sagely. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. On her lapel was an ivory button, bearing the words “Votes for Women. That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter.
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