“I may go to Hatton House later, but you needn’t wait. It's so stuffy—and all that tobacco smoke!" He inspected his watch. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. She walked back to the car. ’ ‘Indeed?’ said Gerald, surprised. Instinct had forced her to create something out of rags to satisfy a mysterious craving.
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