“It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked. ’ ‘I have found Mary Remenham’s daughter,’ he repeated. I don't know what you have done; I don't want to know now. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. Taking his way along East Smithfield, mounting Little Tower-hill, and threading the Minories and Hounsditch, he arrived without accident or molestation, at Moorfields. I did not have to dig deep in my imagination to create the status-obsessed suburban environment of Lucy’s modern milieu.
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