She felt it would save explanations if she did not state she had left her home and was looking for employment. She reflected upon that with a thrill of terror that was also, somehow, in some faint remote way, gleeful. At the gate opening upon the road leading to Dollis Hill were stationed William Morgan and John Dump. You have been going out every morning, and coming home late—tired out—too tired to come down to dinner. But to-day he did not get beyond half a dozen desultory start-offs. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go.
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