These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. ‘Well, what was I to think, miss? Martha never wrote nothing about you, and I did ask. She loved to be told to do things. She and Courtlaw drove homewards together. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends. Prudence shook her head. "I've counted ten coffins so far.
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