There was a third lady among the younger set. She hastened past. She stared. The world had grown dark and wide, and she was very small. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. Her greatest exploit was the howling before the mid-day meal. Her mind invoked her husband, who she imagined lying dead in a ditch somewhere, tortured and killed by brigands or perhaps eaten by creatures like herself, a fate he actually deserved. Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch.
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