My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. Lucy looked at the stains on the threadbare carpeting to distract herself, embarrassed to her core. Her mind left her. Ramage, regarding it and putting a well-booted foot up on the bottom rail. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order.
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