Raisins and almonds - Poisoned Pen Press (UK)
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<strong>Raisins</strong> <strong>and</strong> Almonds<br />
pastry, though she made excellent soup <strong>and</strong> was an angel with<br />
anything involving yeast. Jane, rescued from far darker bondage,<br />
was thinner <strong>and</strong> paler, <strong>and</strong> clever in an offh<strong>and</strong> vague way which<br />
alternately exasperated her adoptive parent <strong>and</strong> astonished her.<br />
As long as someone was around to make sure that Jane got on the<br />
right tram with the right change <strong>and</strong> then got off at the right stop<br />
for her examinations, Phryne was convinced that all available<br />
academic honours would be hers. The boarding school, which<br />
also housed princesses <strong>and</strong> diplomat’s children, had accepted the<br />
orphans without surprise; after all, their background might be<br />
dubious, but they were the adoptive children of the Hon. Miss<br />
Phryne Fisher, well known to be extremely rich <strong>and</strong> exceptionally<br />
well-connected, being the daughter of a Duke. She was also<br />
socially adept to the level of Ipsissimus <strong>and</strong> not to be crossed by<br />
any organization that wished to remain in the mode.<br />
Therefore Ruth the slavey <strong>and</strong> Jane the whore’s daughter<br />
mingled with the daughters of the upper classes, <strong>and</strong> quite liked<br />
each other, each side considering the other unbearably exotic.<br />
And although the north wind scoured the unreliable spring<br />
outside, inside Miss Fisher’s parlour everyone was getting on<br />
splendidly.<br />
The girls had settled down on the hearth rug. Ember the black<br />
cat had walked in, sniffed the canine scent, hissed briefly, then<br />
analysed it as a small dog with no immediate desire to chase cats.<br />
Ember had ascended to Phryne’s knee with a precise leap <strong>and</strong> was<br />
now sitting in sphinx pose, nose to the fire, blinking occasionally<br />
<strong>and</strong> looking, as Jane said dotingly, perfectly Egyptian.<br />
‘Nice to see you, Hugh dear, are you off duty or have you<br />
left the force?’ asked Phryne. The large man grinned. He owed<br />
Phryne a lot. Because of her he had entered for his detective’s<br />
exams with his Sergeant’s recommendations <strong>and</strong> was on the way<br />
to becoming Detective Constable Collins.<br />
‘No fear, Miss Fisher, I’m on nights. Just dropped in for a<br />
word with Dot <strong>and</strong> one of Mrs. B’s ginger biscuits when the girls<br />
came in with that poor little mutt. I’m glad you’re going to let<br />
them keep her, Miss Fisher. Nice little stocky body, I reckon she’s