‘And besides,’ she said, evidently unable to speak frankly, ‘how will I know how to be good, if there is nobody to tell me?’ ‘Oh, goodness, what is it? Nobody can agree,’ said Thomas, in whom pain relief had raised a nauseated giddy sensation. ‘I scarcely agree with myself from one day to the next – sometimes I think goodness is something fixed and

‘I don’t sell books. I keep them safe.

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