“There’s a girl,” Rama said. “I can’t afford a nurse. I have a child widow staying with me. She looks after Mano.”
“Tell us more about your household.” Sister Superior handed Miss Hurford a cup of tea.
“The girl is called Thakubai and is my inspiration. It’s only her homeliness and crossed eyes that kept her out of prostitution. She was skin and bone when I took her in.”
“Oh, yes. Her parents arranged for her to marry when she was five years old.”
Miss Hurford gasped. “What kind of parent does that?”
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