“Theatricals?” What kind of finishing school teacher asks that? Sophronia was put out. “Possibly.”Ī flash of a smile appeared on the woman’s face. She was relatively fond of her mother, as one is apt to be, but she supposed some part of her might be on the attack. “I generally prefer to make use of them, not dissect them. Intriguing things, machines, don’t you find?” Sophronia nodded, as it was a better excuse for destroying the dumbwaiter than spying. Although it has been a while since I tried to climb up a person. “Mumsy wasn’t lying, you understand, about my conduct? The climbing and such. Sophronia rethought her approach perhaps a little less circumspection and some judiciously applied sabotage was called for. I’ll be there for years and then foisted off on some viscount with two thousand a year and a retreating hairline. After all, this woman wants to steal me away to finishing school. I’m not saying I didn’t, either.” Sophronia was cautious. India rubber was expensive and difficult to come by, particularly in any shape more complex than a ball. “Where did you get the rubber?” The crow dismissed Sophronia’s mother with comparative ease, still intrigued by the shoe modification. Temminnick left the room, closing the door firmly behind her.
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