She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. She got home every night in time to cook supper and it was good money. The light of memory flashed in the man’s face.
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