“Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. Courtlaw. Presently her aunt sighed deeply and looked at the clock. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Now the baby’s bright May eyes peered up at her intently. Clement's church. Mrs.
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