The overnight nervous strain began to tell; she became inattentive to the work before her, and it did not get on. Anna watched her with curious eyes. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide. ‘Because he knows you for an imposter,’ Melusine flashed. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. She dragged the broken bottle across her carotid artery, creating an inch-deep gash upon her throat. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit.
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