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 count too much on your father— not if I were you, miss. You’ll just have to grin and bear it, and make the best of things.”

So it was a very miserable Ella who went upstairs to the dark attic, which smelt of dust and spiders’ webs, and unpacked her trunk beneath the sloping roof. Belinda had made the place look as comfortable as she