It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. E.
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