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    itional c into Miss inter’s story. as it Emmeline—t alarming figure in tampered  and let tory reveal itself. Meanense. ance broke my , every sigion of fear and longing.

    I got to ter—morning or afternoon or evening, I don’t knoood by to . My pale sister pressed o mine, trapped me in ed to break the glass, and I could join her.

    ‘ever are you looking at?“ came Miss inter’s voice behind me.

    Slourned.

    ‘Sit do anoto eat.“ I sat down.

    Judit cocoa and toast. Miss inter continued ory  cocoa.

    ‘I’ll  w could  a boy.

    I got  of t o fetcrong, s tea and drank a potful. I t s and I t time I  tears e retreated from my eyes. It ime for action.

    By time turned or, I  I eps approacurned to meet them.

    ‘Emmeline, poor cor exclaimed as stretcic gesture, as to embrace me.

    I took a step back, and ed. “Emmeline?” In ainty flared. Adeline? It  possible. It could not be. tammered. But still  know.

    I did not  of ead I cried.

    Not real tears. My real tears—and I y of tored up. Sometime, tonigomorroime soon, I did not exactly knoo cry as a little girl obacco and t, ugly tears t came— my eyes o see out of.

    But te tears, and not for tears I gratified o set off my green eyes t off emeralds. And it ized t  notice the eyes spying on him.

    ‘I’m afraid the body.

    It o hear John’s real name.

    ‘  trade y catch fail?“

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