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smiled.
    – Yes, and Lorraine’s going to come and see me, to visit, aren’t you, darling?
    – Eh, well … Lorraine mumbled. This was the last thing she wanted at the moment. Her legs ached; they would ache more before the end of the shift. Her eyes were tired. She saw the beds she had to change and wanted to lie down on one so badly.
    – Oh, do say you will, Rebecca pouted.
    Rebecca made Lorraine feel strange. Part of her detested her patronising and moronic behaviour. Part of her had an urge to shake this stupid, bloated, naive and pampered woman, to tell her that she’s been a fool, to try and get herself together, to come out off her childlike fantasyland. However, part of her pitied Rebecca, felt protective of her.
    Lorraine realised that, for all her irritating ways and pitiful inadequacies, Rebecca was essentially a good, warm and honest person, – Aye, right, she told her patient.
    – Wonderful! You see, Freddy, Lorraine has inspired me to write again. I’m going to base the heroine on her. I’m even going to call her Lorraine. She was going to be called Agnes, but I think I could get away with a French-sounding name. I’m thinking that Flora may have had a French lover before she met the Minister. The auld alliance, you see. God, I’m bursting with ideas again. I’ll definitely dedicate this book to you, my dear dear Nursey darling Lorraine!
    Lorraine cringed inwardly.
    – That’s great, said Freddy, impatiently wanting to get down to the path lab, – but oi must be off now. Tell me though, Angel, that woman in the next room, what’s up with her?
    – Oh she’s very ill. I think it’s only a matter of days, Rebecca sighed.
    – Terrible, Freddy said, trying to stop his features shifting into a smile of gleeful anticipation. She was a hefty one. The kind of body Freddy could happily get lost in. All that meat to conquer. – It’d be loike climbin Evirizt, he said happily, thoughtfully, under his breath.

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    It was, in the event, not until the end of March that Lorraine and Miss May set out to accomplish the long trek to London. To a young girl from the Scottish borders, who had only once been as far as Edinburgh, every new sighting on the road was viewed with eager interest. At the start of the journey, Lorraine was still in a fit of intense excitement, which was as much to do with the small fortune of sixty pounds that her father, the stoical Reverend, had surprised her with prior to her departure
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    They travelled by an old coach pulled by two sturdy beasts and driven by Tam Greig, a Selkirk man who had undertaken the journey many times in the past. To those accustomed to the speed which the post-chaises were able to attain, a journey in a rather ponderous, creaking carriage drawn by only two horses often seemed so painfully slow. So while for Lorraine this was a great adventure, for her travelling companion, Miss May, it was an untold grind – the only benefit being the superior comfort
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    However, they were happy to be offered excellent refreshments at most of the halts, and the beds in the posting houses were generally of an acceptable standard. Lorraine found a three-day break at York most agreeable. It was extended on the advice of Tam Greig, who had noted bad fatigue in one of the horses. So enthralled with the town was Lorraine that she begged that they stay just one more day, but the dour Scotch coachman reported the horses to be quite fresh and Miss May, as ever, had the last word. – I have a duty to get you to Lady Huntingdon’s, my girl. While no time was given for your arrival, I would be less than prudent in my responsibilities were I to sanction long holidays at every interesting point we pass through! There is little gain in lingering!
    With that, they set off
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    The rest of the journey was uneventful until Grantham. It had been raining heavily for most of the day as they approached the Gonerby Moor, and the Lincolnshire landscape was