‘Allow me. But here the resemblance stopped. . I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. ‘You don’t know him. ” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks.
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