I took a lock of  it nervously. An orange snake slito my feet, and Miss inter began to speak.

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    If er here.

    I found t fraying ain utterly unbearable.

    I  Miss inter’s ime salking, and opped.

    Sed a o  th.

    ‘Ser,“ she said.

    I picked up the scissors again and carried on.

    till came every day. ed and mulc coming because of t ill your uncle gets back”—and I paid till kept coming. I cairs ion and I jumped out of vie on one occasion  sig wave back.

    Every morning  vegetables to tcimes  or a plucked ernoon o collect t.  I en t te between his lips.

    I tes, and it annoyed me t t. I never said a  it, but one day, s t me eyeing ttes in  pocket.

    ‘Sea,“ he said.

    o tc  time ually come in since t in Joable. I sat in to sit. e drank our tea in silence and exte smoke t rose upoaken our last drag and stubbed ttes out on our saucers,  a  of tcurned to  t day, te across to me before I  ttle on.

    e never spoke. But we s.

    Emmeline, imes spent ternoons outdoors looking on as t it.