The Fitting Ceremony
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A lengthy and lavishly illustrated photo-story from Blushes Supplement 25 Young Janet McCloud sat up in her bed, her arms tightly folded, a determined and somewhat insolent expression on her face. Her mother, a look of grave concern in her tired eyes, sat down beside her daughter on the edge of the small bed. ‘Please, dear. It really is time you were getting up.’ She glanced at the clock on the bedside table ‘You mustn’t be late this morning of all mornings.’ The girl replied with a nonchalant, almost sneering laugh as she searched the table with one free hand, first for her glasses and then for her cigarettes. ‘I’ll get up when I want to, mother dear.’ The words were uttered sweetly enough, but there was more than a hint of anger in her voice. The woman sighed, shaking her head. Sometimes she really feared for her daughter. Not that she would come to any real harm as the responsibility for Sir James. But she knew how her Mast...