The vast mirrored chamber, with its four little square window bays, two either side of the large raised dais that led to the French doors, was very full of company for the start of the Little Season. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. When the bell rang, she lagged behind as was her habit. Winter came at the manor. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. We dine at seven-thirty. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean.
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