Even if I learnt cookery and let down my skirts, who's going to engage me for a cook-general at _my_ time of life ?" "Nobody, please God," answered Brother Copas, copying her seriousness.

"Did I not tell you I have been thinking about all this?
If you must know, I have talked it over with the Master.

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and the long and short of it is that, if or when the time should come, I can step in and make a claim for you as your only known guardian.

My dear child, St.Hospital will not let you go." For a moment Corona tried to speak, but could not.