I take it, down where we're going will be nothing new to you. Is all that folly done with—for ever?” Annabel shivered ever so slightly. On a high chair behind a raised counter the stipendiary’s substitute regarded her malevolently over his glasses. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. A familiar ache of wanting made itself more insistent in her belly. Modern, indeed! She was going to be as primordial as chipped flint.
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