Page 7 - Another Twist in the Tale
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Chapter 2
In which we are introduced to Miss Baggage Jones and find that the worth of a person is not always measured in pounds, shillings and pence
Baggage had not always been this young lady’s name. Indeed she was quite sure she’d had another name once – but it was long buried in the hazy
memories of her fourteen years on earth, for whoever had given it to her had not hung around long enough to impress more than a dim recollection of a sweet face and a soft smile upon young Baggage’s memory. And so her name had been lost, like a penny down the floorboards, or an odd sock in the laundry – or such- like items that seem quite set upon being mislaid. Over the years, this young lady had become so accustomed to hearing herself addressed thus – “Get over ’ere, you baggage... Fetch this, you useless baggage... Get on, you baggage, you” – that she had come to believe that
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