S time to appreciate t te-robed figure    force toact o the floor.

        it ucked inside crap, s a drop of life left in tle puffs of dust t    wly back down.

        til to collect eggs, o glan at t seen a dark shape before.

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        As I transcribed from memory, Miss inter’s voice seemed to fill my room y     engraved itself on my memory and    t, we,” s .

        I ory, and so it took me a moment to re-focus my eye from tor’s ory to toryteller er’s normal pallor o an ugly yelloint, and    must be said, seemed at present to be girding itself against some invisible assault. trembling around    s of losing truggle to    a repressed grimace o he day.

        I rose from my c    I ougo do.

        ‘Miss inter,“ I exclaimed ever is it?“

        ‘My    I    t to speak ruggle to measure    as I    of running to find Juditer regained trol. t sloremors in ill pale as deat me.

        ‘Better…“ she said weakly.

        Slouro my chair.

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        ‘Yes. t black beast t gna my bones ime, because ed te pills on table beside    t last forever. It’s nearly t my neck. By    eetil one, ablet and o return to ces earlier every day. But I ot take my tablets five minutes earlier. t stays the same.“

        ‘But surely tor—“

        ‘Of course. Once a en days, s te enoug    to be to kill me, you see. And so    must be t finishes me off.“

        S me, very matter-of-fact, ted.

        ‘ter. If I ed to, I could put ao it myself.    feel sorry for me. I o do.“

        I nodded. “All right.”

        ‘So. Let’s get on and do them, shall we? here were we?“

        ‘tor’s he violin.“

        And inued our work.

        C used to dealing h problems.

        y of ttis—but     didn’t notice ter peion got too bad    closed up a room and started using anoter all. One ively maintai tion .    at .

        Still, a doctor’s ly dead in t ignore. If it    an outsider. t ter. Someto be done, altion of    somet be, and ared, stri, at tor’s upid, but    t. Calamity was ing.

        t Joor and in due course tor arrived. And it seemed for a ions of disaster     tor’s    badly    at all, barely even cussed. Sot of brandy, accepted tea and after a s    was a woman,” se.”

        ‘Nonsense,“ said t once reassuring and dismissive. ”te in the house.“

        tears glittered in Mrs. Maudsley’s bro s. “Yes, a he piano and rose up and—”

        ‘Did you see her for long?“ Dr. Maudsley asked.

        ‘No, it    for a moment.“

        ‘ell t ot be,“ terrupted ic it e. You must .“

        And t time, Jo ted.”

        For a moment t t emple, but before anyone ime to respond to topknot    and iful, were wild.

        ‘Could tor asked his wife.

        Mrs. Maudsley measured Isabelle against ture i a person’s memory? S mat her memory, decided.

        ‘Yes. the person.“

        the-dig avoided exging a glance.

        From t moment, fetting    or atteo.    ion after question. o ansled, but urns art, nonsensical—ened carefully, nodding as es in or’s pad. taking    to measure ed s and scars t marked the inside of her forearm.

        ‘Does shis herself?“

        Relutly , tor pressed o a worried line.

        ‘May I urning to C    tor took    of the room.

        In tor’s ed and pretended not to pay any attention to t came from t of voices but of a single voice, calm and measured.    stopped, or. time, and ations over and over before tor came out, looking serious and s ence, but tor only he door closed behind him.

        ‘I’ll make ts old transport to me. ill t?“

        Baffled, sor’s o leave.

        At to t to a brougted o ttled obediently in t, never even looked out as trotted slooes.

        toes in the drive.

        Cood on teps c greoy is being taken a quite, not yet—t it is really happening.

        From tg for tion to dawn.

        tes and disappeared tio stare at tes for three, four, five seds.

        tcrembling, t revealed o, strings of spittle across a dark cavity. Mesmerized g for to emerge from t t ready to e. For long seds it built up, accumulating inside il -up sound. At long last o eps and t    tine belloing, but a damp, nasal snort.

        toe circles for a moment, turned impassively to tigurned ao do    to Ctempted to persuade o t o ed schoolboy.

        And t .

        t ? tated endo ter’s mot    Miss inter didn’t ties as a parent; i from    andable; from    maternal of    ions hers?

        I closed my book, slid my pencil into tood up.

        ‘I’ll be ahursday.“

        And I left h her wolf.
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