’ ‘I’m hanged if I can make out either of you,’ complained Hilary. She galloped up the small stairs, hearing that Shari had finally risen. Poor little one. Stanley, consenting with dignity. She came to her one day and pulled on her apron. ’ ‘Who, Joan, who? Of whom do you speak?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham.
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