The sky was dripping a wet, slow rain that had forced the city’s inhabitants into taxicabs and dingy cafeterias, the day wholly ruined for all except the insane schizophrenics and her. She put back her hood in a determined way. “Ruin me? Think of me with fondness? Are you dying of cancer or something?” He demanded. ’ ‘We had other matters on hand this morning,’ Roding told him sharply. She was perplexed by this, and stood for some seconds in the empty street hesitating, until the appearance of another circumspect woman under the street lamp at the corner reassured her. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. “I have given her two days’ holiday,” Anna answered.
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