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THREE:"Aye," said Calverley, with a smile��if the curve of a bloodless lip could be so designated��"aye, you name her rightly, Byles: she is a fox, and like a fox shall she die,��hunted��driven��tortured. Byles, have you never heard it said that this woman was a witch?"There were little pots of cream and bottles of hair-lotion, there were ebony-backed brushes, patent leather shoes, kid gloves, all sorts of marvels which Caro had seen nowhere but in shops. As she unpacked she felt a kind of soreness in her heart. Why should Rose have all these beautiful things, these laces, these perfumes, these silks and ribbons, while Caro wore nothing but stuff and calico or smelt of anything sweeter than milk? As she glanced at Rose, leaning back in the most comfortable chair to be found in that uncomfortable room��the firelight dancing on the silken ripples of her gown, her neck and arms gleaming through clouds of lace��the soreness woke into a pain. Rose had something more even than silks and laces. She had love. It was love that made her hold her chin so proudly, it was love that made her cheeks flush and her eyes glow. And no one had ever loved Caro��she had never heard a man's voice in tenderness, or felt even so much as a man's hand fondle hers....