She walked with long swinging steps, scorning the thought of buses or the tube. ‘It looked to me as if he was playing games with Madame Valade,’ Lucilla said frankly. You’ll be telling me Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. That terrible laughter, just before his senses had left him! Why? Here was a word that volleyed at her from all directions, numbed and bewildered her: the multiple echoes of her own first utterance of the word.
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