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Jane wanders forward. She examines Amelia Friedman closely from every side. Amelia Friedman, who has opened her mouth to say something, shuts it again in pensive amusement — or pensusement!

“Well,” Jane says, after due inspection of Amelia’s sleeves, “she’s aces as a mother.”

Amelia beams.

“But I’ve got to say,” Jane continues, “that it’s not worth getting thrown in a sack and carted over Hell and gone for! I was perfectly happy in Bibury.”

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