” She exhaled through her mouth and could not bring her eyes to meet his. ‘I must. The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. He strangled the infant, which slipped out of his hands and screamed. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. ’ ‘In one little minute,’ she said, snapping her fingers, ‘it is over and voilà tout.
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