to encourage timism t o take root in . “If s kind of person…” ster t ared out of tc be draed t ake to meet t tation  rude. “I’ve not got time to be traipsing across ty after damned scresses,” or o make arrangements to collect  opiary garden, Jo been t ure. t a fresened properly for years. Jouated to secrecy, foresarouble.

    In our separate  daunted. All except C is.  of sigtering t sime to time, a din to  iced. In ion of day or time, and t noto him.

    e  morning in one of t rooms on t floor. A bedroom, you’d , if t ed t t ran ttern of tains. itiously put it in , ready to add later to tas ration  meant or not, saminated by tation t  the house.

    It rokes of   t door, to , to , and took us for a trick of t or a ed by tever s can’t have been us.

    But ared. e didn’t knoo ter , s: all in tinct tint. inguisure. And yet ared. e stared at il our eyes actle face ed. Someted from  a gloic.

    e  it  before.

    e found out later, though.

    er was clean. Scrubbed and soaped and rinsed and buffed and polished all over.

    You can imagine w s of Angelfield.

    a quarter of an  and ed to see ed. And ed. Not  time, . All our expertise in  going to come looking for us. And s come. e  in ty t seeded itself in us despite our resistance. e became attentive to tairs: Joure, some banging and knocking. t fell quiet. At lunc go. At six tayed on in t to be reckoned h.

    Later came tting ready for bed. Footsteps on tairs, table, Miss,” and teel in velvet,