The girl remembered London as a place of infinite freedom. Now it seemed she’d rented out her whole life to the Joneses in advance. Service had reduced her to a child, put her under orders to get up and lie down at someone else’s whim; her days were spent obeying someone else’s rules, working for someone else’s profit. Nothing was Mary’s anymore. Not even her time was hers to waste.
-Emma Donoghue
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