It's not vanity, it's camouflage, she retorted. David turned on her. Now, pet, he said, his voice unctuous and slurred with drink. One found ways to accept it.
*** Within a few weeks of returning to Cambridge, Charlotte began to fear that she was going mad. Rather like trying to cut the heads from the Hydra; strike us down and more of us come back. Then a thread of angry determination went through her. How can you work in this mess? I know exactly where everything is.
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