The original passage,
Martha had told her, had led only from an upstairs room to one downstairs. For a time her efforts to achieve a comprehensive concentration were
dispersed by the passage of the village street of Caddington, the passing of a
goggled car-load of motorists, and the struggles of a stable lad mounted on one
recalcitrant horse and leading another. ”
And then he speculated. She was asked to
meet him after his game Saturday afternoon. She wrapped a leg around him. “I am perfectly certain that that
man meant to be rude to me. She fluttered it with
a trembling hand, averting her eyes from his, and he could hear her uneven
breath behind it. “Why, among other things, did I put my knuckles in his neck—deliberately to
hurt him?”
She tried to sound the humorous note. “What else did Michelle say?”
“She said that the guy was all broken up about it, that
he had another woman on the side or something. "
"There's a funny idea in my head. He
drew both his pistols, and prepared for a desperate encounter. Woman's love of silk
is not set by fashion; it is bred in the bone; and somewhere, somehow, a woman
will have her bit of silk. It is not a dissipated face. What about your real mother?
Wasn’t she also a foster child? Michelle told me that she
was suspected of murder, some people named McFerrin,
McDougal.
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