Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. She never had been much of a looker, but she had stopped worrying about such things long ago. He was asleep. Seeing Capes from day to day made a bright eventfulness that hampered her in the course she had resolved to follow. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand.
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