It was the blood she found that cemented her decision that her foster daughter was a criminal. Lucy did not move, but instead stared straight forward, her eyes focused on the desk where the presiding teacher on duty was supposed to be. A traffic of copious barges slumbered over the face of the river-barges either altogether stagnant or dreaming along in the wake of fussy tugs; and above circled, urbanely voracious, the London seagulls. Did he track her? She was unaware if he did. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors. She rode him gently. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. Take my word for it, your troubles are over.
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