’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. Her heart full of dread, she dragged on it. "All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then. ‘Beg your pardon, ma’am, but she’s enough to try the patience of a saint. Wished to see you.
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