But she did not in the least want to do that. “I do not lay claim,” he continued, “to any remarkable amount of insight, but it is possible, is it not, that I have stumbled upon your present cause of distress. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go.
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