Fuchsia thought of the things she loved. Steerpike, of course. And her brother Titus. Her books -- she knew that some might think it odd that she would place her value of them so highly, above living and breathing people like Nanny Slagg, Dr. Prunesquallor or even her own father, whose loss cut her so deeply. But to Fuchsia, her books had been her
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