She stared at him. But in the train going home her aunt reasoned it out. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. “It’s either now or never,” said Ann Veronica, again ascending this stile. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. .
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