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... ady in the carriage when I climbed in, her silk skirts taking up more than their fair share of the bench. She looked like a girl about to go to a ball, not a soot-stained warehouse in a neighborhood where polite society usually only went to collect rent.
"Do you think he’ll be wearing that leather apron again, Miss Thorne?" she whispered, her cheeks a dusty rose. "The one with the ink stains? It’s so... industrious."
"Industrious," I repeated, my mind miles away. "Sure, Miss Ster ...
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