She reachedinto the envelope, pulled out a note from -- of course,Charles Madison, she recognised his neat, rather oldfashioned writing now. 'She stood there, feeling slightly weak at the knees. 'Yes?What about Octavia? Do you want her to come?''No. 'How extraordinary,' said Octavia.
''Yes, of course,' said Serena, 'in there. Ian looked at her. She felt dirty,wretched, and she ached all over; the hot water wassoothing, almost cathartic. 'Really? I find that mildly insulting.
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