She did not want particularly to know what had caused his agony, what had driven him back to the old coat. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. ‘I recall my father speaking of you as a Remenham. She was breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. I go back about once a year. ‘Jacques?’ she called. “I killed him.
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