[Lucrezia cannot help but scrutinize the girl in the locker as she looked on. She does not mean to be rude, but the girl talks as if she knows her or at least of her.]
You must forgive me for you know me, but I fear I do not know you. [It is even stranger since she talks of her age.] I am six and ten. Should I be something else?
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You must forgive me for you know me, but I fear I do not know you. [It is even stranger since she talks of her age.] I am six and ten. Should I be something else?