Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. The stench is everywhere. “Dear me!” he said. Miraculously, her schoolmates were so upswept in their own summer planning that they had no time to interrogate her. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. Yet there was nothing for her to do. ’ ‘But what do you want it for, miss?’ ‘But to protect myself. “No, Lucy, because Satan does not exist. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth.
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