She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. I know why. ‘You knew her well, Miss Mary?’ Mrs Ibstock turned at the window. ‘Me also I do not recall them. She could see that she was now the exclusive object of the boy’s attention. He tasted like cinders and ash, but not of smoke.
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