They left the castle that day for another, packing with them the leftovers of the troupe that followed them from place to place, never asking about the occasional disappearance of one of its unlucky members. She turned back into the hall. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. Furious shouting, and the thunder of running feet. In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. Anywhere! Moonlight and music—pleasing, you know, but quite unnecessary. She felt that Ann Veronica had duped her in that dream, and now that she had come up to London she might as well speak her mind.
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