Blueskin and the Minters were dragging Wood to the pump. Wood, in a taunting tone. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. ‘Come,’ she called. Nothing can alter my determination. Arriving at the chapel, their wonder increased. It is no crime, none at all.
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