‘You have a nice reading voice,’ she said softly. ‘They taught you well at the convent. Wuthering Heights was always my favourite as a girl.’
‘It was mine,’ said Ruby, full of enthusiasm. ‘My mother used to read it to me all the time. I think it was hers, too. Fancy that would ye. We all have the same book as our favourite.’
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