A few weeks later, a letter from London, arrived in Elford village, at my family’s house with my name on it.
I got into St. Martin's .
A letter addressed to Ben, fell through the post flap of a
door in Lichfield.
He got into St Martin's.
In short, this meant- Hurrah!!! we both ,where moving to London, together.
Well not exactly, together,
because my mother would hear none of that- in fact she strictly forbade it.
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