‘I don’t want to hurt you any more. ’ With pretty imperiousness, she gestured to the bed beside her. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. They agreed to lend her their hold-all and a large, formless bag which they called the communal trunk. “Do you understand what I am talking about? It’s no good if you don’t. She began to weep in long, aching sobs. The rich, heavy food sat in her stomach like so many soft pebbles.
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