Enter a pretty, dainty sort of girl with brown hair and freckles and an accent that can't quite decide itself, shifting from music-hall Cockney to theatrically genteel to pure broad Kent as she speaks.
Well, hullo, there. My name's Kitty Butler. Well-- Bliss. Waters, even. No telling which you've heard, if you've heard of me at all. I'm a
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