Ann Veronica watched her and wondered about her. In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. ‘What is it that you told him?’ ‘Nothing, miss, I swear. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. Nature is a mother; her sympathies have always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman. ‘Here, miss,’ came faintly from somewhere close at hand. I have sinned deeply; but I have been sorely tried.
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