Mistress Pickles has often spoken of you.’ I sensed Maria react oddly to this news. ‘You are a friend of Mistress Pickles?’ I asked. ‘More, I ...hould say, a recent client.’ We spent a few minutes talking to her. She was, it transpired, Mrs Tansley, her husband being a banker in the City of London. ‘He is a very busy man and, I fear, not at all a lady’s man, if you understand me?’ Maria and I of course understood perfectly. ‘But,’ said Maria, ‘in view of your acquaintance with Mistress Pickles,. Georgia hated Anne Wilmott on sight, and her lips, thin and at that moment rather bloodless, tightened. ‘I want to…’ immediately came from Georgia’s mouth. ‘Please,’ Anne smiled as she interrupted Georgia’s immediate outburst, ‘Come into my office and we can talk there.’ Georgia followed in Anne’s footsteps, her demands placed on hold. Georgia found herself sitting in a red leather upholstered chair, across the desk from Anne Wilmott. The lawyer had asked if she could allow her a minute, while. More

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