She had been obliged to wait all morning for the opportunity
to talk to Martha, who chose always to retire to her cell for the period of
recreation that preceded afternoon prayers. The end of the world seemed at
hand. ’
‘Oh, have you?’ grunted Gerald, surprising in himself a surge of some odd
emotion at these words. Gashes on his arms were already beginning to
heal and disappear. Michelle’s eyes darted around, she
refused to look straight at Lucy. It was now whitening, hissing, and seething like
an enormous cauldron. His frame was wasted,
and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard,
which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. She lied. ‘No, you don’t. Besides, your remark is not in the least complimentary.
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