A girl—at my age—is grown-up. ’ ‘But tell,’ demanded Melusine impatiently. Her aunt had summoned up an altogether too vivid picture of her father as the masterful man, overbearing, emphatic, sentimental, noisy, aimless. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. "He wouldn't hurt a rabbit. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. But there was, it insisted, no mobility in his face, no movement, nothing about him that warmed. Lucy went hunting on a Thursday night.
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