"Old Morgan the trader," she explained, "used to save me Tit-Bits. ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. “Is that plain?” she asked. ‘There were the Comte and Comtesse de St Erme. Lucy wore it every day from then on. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat.
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