’ She sniffed and swallowed. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. “I am dying to renew my acquaintance with London, Mrs. Mr. . ’ ‘Yolande, my maid?’ ‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. Dreams of adorable infants danced through her head as she cradled blankets in her arms.
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