What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes. It was a dull, foggy day, and the atmosphere was so thick and heavy, that, at eight o'clock, the curious who arrived near the prison could scarcely discern the tower of St. Sebastian dug through the viscous layers of foul-smelling clay with a shovel, each successive insertion creating an obscene sucking noise that ate at her sanity. The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her.
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