Chapter FourFor a few moments Sheena sat with her hands to her face, distraught by her thoughts. And then with an effort she pulled herself together and rose to her feet.
She felt as though she would go mad if she stayed another second in the untidy packet-strewn room, which smelt of dust and mice and the strange pungent odour of newsprint.
Her feeling of despair gave way to one of anger and something that was almost akin to hatred as she walked through the shop with her head held high and without even a glance at the old man, peering at her short-sightedly through his pince-nez.
She thought that he mumbled something at her, but she did not wait to hear what it was.
The sunshine and fresh air gave her a sense of freedom as if she was escaping from something utterly horrible a
