Part 8 And as she sat on her bed that night, musing and half-undressed, she began to run one hand down her arm and scrutinize the soft flow of muscle under her skin. For the first time, perhaps, in his life, he repented of his brutality. What he wanted desperately was to be alone. ’ “Crude, I admit. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet.
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