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. He unlocked himself from her embrace. The spinsters had purchased one grass-linen tablecloth; the girl and the young man had purchased nothing. His only warning was a gleam of silver in the faint spill of light from the house above. It was her job to keep the house as neat as a pin, up to the high standard that Sheila expected, being a nurse. At other times, it would seem that the sea itself had gone away. Lucy tried not to notice the starched smell, overpowering and powdery. C below.
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