There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks. See what you have made of me. She uncrossed her legs and lowered herself, carefully and slowly, until she lay supine. ‘This is insupportable.
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