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“Well, I wasn’t happy with you in Bibury,” says Amelia, who has resolved not to tell Jane how narrowly she’d escaped Agency execution. “So now you’ll live here, with Tom and me and the antichrist! Isn’t that nice?”

“I want my brother,” sulks Jane.

She goes. She sits in the corner. She glowers at Amelia. At first this prompts unpleasant memories, and then giggles, and finally a kind of pleasant nostalgia that makes Amelia pick Jane up and swing her around and around until Jane finally gives in and smiles.

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