She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. The floor was planked with oak, and covered with iron staples, hooks, and ringbolts, with heavy chains attached to them. “I don’t know. ‘I know what it means, numbskull! Didn’t spend years in the confounded country without picking up some of their infernal tongue. Two souls in travail; one inspired by fresh hopes, the other, by fresh despairs.
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