Vorsack echoed him. A black-garbed
figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. ‘Say then, Jacques, you have followed him?’ she demanded of the blackgarbed footman. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the
hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and
broke his leg. “Do it
now. “Stop!” He ran towards her. When the twins had first come to live in the
208
house, they were thin and bony, their tiny mouths crying
for food. “That is where I got confused,” he said. ”
“She didn’t say she’d met any one. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday. ’
‘Ah, the matter begins to come clear,’ Gerald said. She showered
after she heard the door shut and the cars pull out of the
driveway.
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