As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. She could still remember herself at age five, staring knives and daggers at the men who came into the small yarn shop, under pretense of business but really just to leer. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. I'm about to leave this country for ever.
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