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... linen clothes off of the drying strings before tossing them, one by one, into the basket that lay near her feet.
She was never the kind to perform a given task with a smile, but the sort to huff and puff at every effort or move.
That class of work was beneath her, wasn’t it? So, she thought. So much so that the word "maid" caused the inner walls of her stomach to flip inside out.
She’d basket in the Lady’s and the Master’s good favors once upon the... Well, up until two w ...
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