The reading room of the National Library on George IV Bridge, on the second floor, was open on the Wednesdays and the Fridays, at ten. Maeve and her father were at the door at quarter to. The librarian on duty was a woman of perhaps fifty, in a soft grey woollen cardigan over a navy linen dress, with the small
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