Poor Mrs. Maudsley.
king to measure ed s and scars t marked the inside of her forearm.
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toes in the drive.
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From tcing for tion to dawn.
tes and disappeared tinued to stare at tes for three, four, five seconds.
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toe circles for a moment, turned impassively to tigurned ao do to Ctempted to persuade o t o ed schoolboy.
And t .
t ? tated endnote to ter’s mot Miss inter didn’t ties as a parent; indeed t 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.