She sat on the edge of the bed —the wardress was too busy with the flood of arrivals that day to discover that she had it down—and her skin was shivering from the contact of these garments. “Can’t you believe me? I am Meysey Hill. “This life is killing me! Oh, it is dull, dull, dull!” Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her.
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