Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. She’s naïve, and yet uncannily shrewd at times, and you daren’t rely on anything she says. The fanatic has no such word in his vocabulary. She had learned this art in skirts, and knew well how not to be disadvantaged. ‘You don’t know the whole, child.
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