Water soaked her through in five minutes. I owed his father a grudge: that I settled long ago. The doctor would never betray him. 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. Then she came a few steps to meet him. The noise of a bolt came to Alderley’s ears. If he died, here in this hotel, who would care? Or if she died, who would care? A queer desire blossomed in her heart: to go to him, urge him to see the folly of trying to forget.
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