He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. F. He's coming. No other white people within twenty miles. He rose at once to his feet and turned a white face upon her. “I don’t think you can have heard me, Vee,” he said, with intensely controlled fury. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life.
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