Detention was never, well, happy, but today there was frisson, no maybe cordite in the air. However, she seemed normal. She thanked me for the drink and then asked if I would stay a few minutes. She had marked some work of mine that morning and thought it quicker and easier to talk it through rather than write a commentary on some points. I sat down at a table just inside the door. I didn’t get any welcome (!): the rest were beavering away, knowing her, many doing a chunk of improving Latin lines! She came and perched on the table in front of me and started going through the work……Suddenly she stopped in sentence., and glared at one of the detainees, I’ll call him D.
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