It’s John. She tried to appear as if she had never been questioned before. Ann Veronica stood in the twilight room staring at the door that had slammed upon her aunt, her pocket-handkerchief rolled tightly in her hand. If she had once known him, if he were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible.
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