She was nude and horribly maimed. Miss Stanley threw aside a black cloak to reveal a discreet and dignified arrangement of brown silk, and then embraced Ann Veronica with warmth. She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. It jars with all my ideas. On his way he made a slight divergence from the direct route and paused for a moment outside the flat where Anna was now living. The evenings were dulcet and soft. Miss Stanley walked round the garden thinking, and presently house and garden reverberated to Ann Veronica’s slamming of the front door.
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