With trepidation, she crept into the shop. The hatter looked at her briefly. Which should it be? The purple one with roses. That is expensive, it arrived from Paris. I have money, she said quickly, pushing away a thought. Maybe you do, but your husband has forbidden me to sell you any. That’s the last one, she said in a choked voice. That’s what you said last time, too. I promise, she insisted. …
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