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Where he had been outstandingly handsome, she was beautiful. Her sister turned round. “I will tell you what we are going to do, Carolyn,” she said. “You shall not be robbed of your debut. It was what Mama wanted for you and it is what you will have. We are going to London!” Carolyn clasped her hands together. “It sounds wonderful. But how can we? How can I be presented to the Queen without Mama? She always said that Papa’s relations were either dead or too old and what was left of her family had always lived in the dark wilds of Northumberland.” “I know all that,” Amalita said. “But, if you wish to be presented, so you must have somebody grand to take you to Buckingham Palace.” “But – who? Who can do – that?” Carolyn asked. The excitement that there had been in her eyes for a moment