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Michael
had
long
wanted
Julia
at
least
to
get
a
maid
whose
appearance
was
more
suitable
to
their
position
,
and
he
had
tried
to
persuade
Evie
that
the
work
was
too
much
for
her
,
but
Evie
would
not
hear
of
it
.
"
You
can
say
what
you
like
,
Mr
.
Gosselyn
,
but
no
one
’
s
going
to
maid
Miss
Lambert
as
long
as
I
’
ve
got
me
’
ealth
and
strength
.
"
"
We
’
re
all
getting
on
,
you
know
,
Evie
.
We
’
re
not
so
young
as
we
were
.
"
Evie
drew
her
forefinger
across
the
base
of
her
nostrils
and
sniffed
.
"
As
long
as
Miss
Lambert
’
s
young
enough
to
play
women
of
twenty
-
five
,
I
’
m
young
enough
to
dress
’
er
.
And
maid
’
er
.
"
Evie
gave
him
a
sharp
look
.
"
An
’
what
d
’
you
want
to
pay
two
lots
of
wages
for
,
when
you
can
get
the
work
done
for
one
?
"
Michael
chuckled
in
his
good
-
humoured
way
.
"
There
’
s
something
in
that
,
Evie
dear
.
"
She
bustled
Julia
upstairs
.
When
she
had
no
matinee
Julia
went
to
bed
for
a
couple
of
hours
in
the
afternoon
and
then
had
a
light
massage
.
She
undressed
now
and
slipped
between
the
sheets
.
"
Damn
,
my
hot
water
bottle
’
s
nearly
stone
cold
.
"
She
looked
at
the
clock
on
the
chimney
-
piece
.
It
was
no
wonder
.
It
must
have
been
there
an
hour
.
She
had
no
notion
that
she
had
stayed
so
long
in
Michael
’
s
room
,
looking
at
those
photographs
and
idly
thinking
of
the
past
.
