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It was really bedtime. She was sitting up in the armchair while Catty who was Jenny made her bed. The long white sheet lay smooth and flat on the high mattress; it hung down on the floor.
Mamma was afraid of the white sheet. She wouldn't go back to bed.
"There's a coffin on the bed. Somebody's died of cholera," she said.
Cholera? That was what she thought Mark had died of.
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She knows who I am now.