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"But why does she call herself Benck--Miss Benck?" asked Hector through a mouthful of bread and marmalade. "Why isn't she a Mrs., and if she was married to my father, why isn't she Mrs. Murdoch?"
Auntie Robbo poured herself out some more coffee. She and Hector were alone at breakfast. Merlissa Benck had not come down yet. "Does it matter?" she asked abstractedly, gazing out of the window at the grey soaking morning.