Her long incarceration at the convent
in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. All I had to do was to piece
them together. Her mind had
been and was full of the thought of Capes, a huge generalized Capes-lover. ’
‘No, but you’ve made up for it since. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself,
“he must never know. He could remember when
women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. But he might have
broken out of prison, and yet not got over the wall of Clerkenwell Bridewell. How's that strike you?"
"Very well, sir. Any man
might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to
care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried
in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. She had mentioned the address where she and her
sister had lived.
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