‘Breakfast is eight prompt,’ she said. ‘And then, when you’ve given me a hand in the kitchen, I’ll take you to see the town, Juliana, and you can buy a cake for tea. And mind, what you want, Juliana, is steadying, and to be brought to Jesus, and to mind and say isn’t instead of inna.’ ‘Yes, A’ntie.’ Mrs. Fanteague departed, with an injunction that the light was to be out in ten minutes. Gillian shut the Bible, put it away, took from beneath the pillow an ancient Bradshaw which she had found in the parlour, and bega…
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