265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door. It never is. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. I've left mine on the spikes of the New Prison, and must borrow yours. Some of them are now buried at the bottom of the Thames. “What of her? Have you quarrelled with her?” The girl shook her head.
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