‘It was your son who left the place empty then?’ he asked. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. ’ ‘Bravo,’ applauded Lucilla, clapping her hands. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. ‘C’est ridicule. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly. Cathy reached out and touched Lucy’s chin with her two fingers, gently commanding her attention. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. I was—I was a corespondent. You know you do, Annabel.
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