She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. . "To be lonely! What is physical torture, if someone who loves you is nigh? But to be alone … as I am!… yes, and as you are! Oh, you haven't told me, but I can see with half an eye. Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. “May I tell Nigel to come and see you again? I am not here to do his love-making for him, you know. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still.
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