A slim young woman stepped lightly into the fog. Her hair was lush about her shoulders, and she wore a beret and an unusually cut overcoat. ‘Very smart,’ thought the sergeant.
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A skeleton head wearing a tea cosy turned on a grubby kapok pillow. The mouth gaped like a charcoal hole, and sunken eyes gazed at her. Molly Dunnage, mad woman and crone,
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Soon the little weatherboard house stood stump deep in rubbish.
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Molly Dunnage, mad woman and crone, said to her daughter, ‘You’ve come about the dog have you? You can’t have him. We want to keep him.
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Molly Dunnage, mad woman and crone, said to her daughter, ‘You’ve come about the dog have you? You can’t have him. We want to keep him.’
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‘I’m a seamstress and dressmaker, Sergeant Farrat.’
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‘Your mother … doesn’t get out these days,’
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over the strange woman she thought was feeding her poison. Again Tilly stood on the veranda, the breeze pressing her trousers against her slim legs. Below her, s
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‘Does anyone know you’re coming, Myrtle?’ asked the sergeant. ‘My name is Tilly,’ she said. ‘Everyone will know soon enough.’