. She had never had a real doll. All her life Martha had been there. ’ ‘Get on, Hilary, do,’ begged Lucilla. She had recourse to the torn off strip of petticoat again, and blowing her nose with an air of determination, sniffed back the tears. You disgust me. She could not analyse what was stirring in her: the thought of losing the doll, the dog, and the cat.
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