He went over her features one by one in his mind. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. So if they decided to watch television, there would be problems getting him out of the house, she would have to strangle him with piano wire, there was possibly of a struggle. And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat.
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