Ann Veronica, who knew her dress became her, dropped a curtsy to her father’s regard. ‘Because I’m a female,’ declared Lucilla unanswerably. It was dusty, with dirty clothing strewn about, a cracked basin thick with grime on the rickety dresser, and a film of grease on the leaded casement. Ann Veronica realized that she was alone with the world. ’ ‘But what do you want it for, miss?’ ‘But to protect myself.
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