”
“We’ve come past it, miss,” the man answered, with a note of finality in his gruff
voice. She alone of them all knew that
he was on the first leg of the terrible journey to the beach. It was astonishing how often this
picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow. It had been brighter
than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements
above the bookshelves. She laughed nervously, but kept her eyes averted. She changed her mind that day, as her mother Marina
had predicted. She let out a delighted laugh. He next searched for his stockings and shoes, and
when found, put them on. . "Who, then?" demanded Jack.
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