“And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. ‘You said?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham, your great-aunt, miss. And who knew if the men that Gerald had posted there would follow her to protect her somewhere else? In truth, where were these soldiers? She could not see them, although she assiduously searched the mist-shrouded square from the vantage point of the bay window in the large first floor room which had become her headquarters. Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. She had found the mausoleum underneath a broken monument. At Morningside Park I feel as though all my growing up was presently to stop, as though I was being shut in from the light of life, and, as they say in botany, etiolated.
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