The handkerchief dabbed at my forehead. 'Ouch! You'll have a fine-looking bruise tomorrow. ' 'Then you'll be able … - Franny Billingsley

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The handkerchief dabbed at my forehead. 'Ouch! You'll have a fine-looking bruise tomorrow. ' 'Then you'll be able to distinguish me from Rose. ' The handkerchief paused. 'I could tell you apart from the beginning. You're quite different to each other, you know. ' Perhaps he could tell, in the obvious ways. The odd one was Rose; the other odd one was Briony.

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