’ ‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. It takes too many years to climb even a step in the social ladder. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. We were to live in some wretched London suburb.
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