“And now,” she said, splintering the surviving piece of coal into indignant flame-spurting fragments with one dexterous blow, “what am I to do? “I’m in a hole!—mess is a better word, expresses it better. Why don’t you go in? Charvill is there. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. Darkness closed in on them as the officers stepped inside the musty interior. It’s no good flying out at that, Vee; I didn’t arrange it. She come home within a few months of the wedding. Brendon’s had an awful stroke of luck. One night she apparently fell asleep. She was bathed in turbid water that had already been used.
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