Raymond Plote would only be missed by his mother. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. It was a great weight from her shoulders to confide in another human being, and she suspected he did truly believe her. They conversed, or more or less she interviewed him. Figg! In a few minutes, all will be over. In the pause she realized the attention of the others converged upon her, and that the tears were brimming over her eyes. She longed to enjoy human food as he did. ‘And it is perhaps not so necessary that I do so, because Joan has told me of another who may like to say I am the daughter of Mary Remenham.
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