"Come along, Mrs. You have somewhere to go to in London, I hope. I saw the motor dashed to pieces against the wall, and I saw him pitched on his head into the road. The wretch you confide in has sworn to hang you. I want you to be clear what you’re really and truly up to, anyhow. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. She was faint from hunger, her head spinning into dizziness, the blood madness readying for battle. ’ She thrust him into the aperture, and pushed the hilt of the sword into his hand. She moved towards it slowly and picked it up, holding it out in front of her whilst the familiar perfume seemed to assert itself with damning insistence. ’ The questions that had long haunted her came out at last. She began rubbing it with her pocket-handkerchief.
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