She looked at the suitcase sadly and stashed it underneath her bed. ’ She sighed relief to see a faint grin as he ventured to raise his head. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. . She slept in a bedroom clad in linens and skins, walked down hallways bedecked in the most gay and colorful frescos. He allowed his voice to drip with sympathy. ‘She’s still bleeding. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his.
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