‘You said?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham, your great-aunt, miss. . “Shut up, you little faggot. ” She laid her fingers for a moment upon his arm. . He tried not to think—of Ruth with her mother's locket, of her misguided father, taking his lonely way to sea. ’ ‘That’s right,’ agreed the militiaman, coming forward to stand before her. ’ ‘Don’t call me by name,’ she snapped.
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