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The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to
save a little extra money. “Lucy, you have to play for us after dinner, oh please. ‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of
course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so
she can’t exactly complain. One called her very distinctly “My dear!”
Two secretarial posts did indeed seem to offer themselves in which, at least,
there was no specific exclusion of womanhood; one was under a Radical
Member of Parliament, and the other under a Harley Street doctor, and both men
declined her proffered services with the utmost civility and admiration and
terror. She could
smell the savory tinge of his sweat in the air. His
little doll.
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