In the hot, small stuffy room of Josie's confinement all the girls were gathered, pensively. All four were pink and sweaty with exhaustion -their hair falling in limp tendrils round their faces. Eleanor, despite all her protestations, was beside Josie, holding her hand - as was Lydia. Both refused to become involved with anything remotely to do
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