” Michelle replied, still
haunted by the image of her friend brutally amputating a
man’s finger. Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. ‘Think I’m fool enough to do my business in a convent?’ he said scornfully. They
used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s
exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and,
anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly
mischance. It was a huge stone placed there by some
workmen occupied in repairing the structure. But that, and that sort of thing,
is just a day-dream. ”
He left off abruptly.
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