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But whether the Ghost or Alf, what she wasn’t and would never be, at least not in St Giles, was a woman.
Hannah had been taken by the lassie snatchers—a gang that put little girls to work in slave shops, laboring over the making of stockings.
Paternal love didn’t die simply because a boy glared at his father. It merely watched and grieved.

