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It had been Beatrice who had brought the breakfast tray to Frances’ bedside the following morning. “John said you’d been up with nightmares,” she said, placing the tray of breakfast items on the side table. She picked up a pewter mug and turned to face her daughter.
“Mother, Mrs Mckinnon—”
“Isn’t your mother. No…
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