Nevertheless, relief washed over her, her body rejoicing in the afterglow of twenty years of tension released. ’ ‘Damn you, answer me!’ Her eyes flashed. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. She spied him sitting on his armless black couch, his feet splayed as he stared at his television blankly. It would have been better had he succeeded in murdering her, she thought. At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration. The intense darkness added to the terror of the storm. She too at once developed an anxious interest in the street outside. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go.
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