’ ‘Get on, Hilary, do,’ begged Lucilla. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. When my father died, and we were left alone in Jersey, I was quite a long time deciding whether I would go in for singing professionally or try painting. It was easy to recognize, the one thing that had stayed the same over the years. Indignation carried her through that night, that men and the world could so entreat her.
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