She was clad in fresh linen, but still wore the riding-habit she had appropriated, having sponged out the spots of blood late last night and left it to dry in the kitchens. ‘Maman?’ ‘How touching,’ said a sarcastic voice behind her in French. She sensed his acute frustration as he unzipped her raincoat while trying to kiss her. Far away there was the one woman for this boy of mine—some human being who would understand the dear fool better than all the rest of the world. ” “He was probably right,” she declared.
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