” “Got a photograph of him or anything?” said Ann Veronica, after kissing her mother. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. Beneath the hood it was evident that her rebellious hair was bound up with red silk, and fastened by some device in her ears (unless she had them pierced, which was too dreadful a thing to suppose!) were long brass filigree earrings. “Stop! Don’t put your face there. My birth certificate was destroyed when the county building it was housed in burned down. Lucy’s guts ached with jealousy and bitterness, building in a knot that twisted in her stomach, rag-like. ‘She’s still bleeding. Spiders came out of their hiding places to commune in windows, industriously spinning their own designs over the stained glass. It means social isolation—struggle. You have changed from the veriest butterfly to a woman—you wear different clothes, you have the air of another world.
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