He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. “The one who used to live at Lyndmore. The same pale white buttocks, the same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never been able to erase. Lucy could see Diane’s clear dislike of her, the foster background she had come from, and the single mysterious episode with the police that had inflamed the gossips from all the corners of town. ‘Speak, then. So completely! The oddest fitness! What is it made of? Texture of skin and texture of mind? Complexion and voice.
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