So that was that.
He began to eat his breakfast, and Marta poured out a cup of coffee for herself and sat sipping it. She looked cold and pale, but he could not resist the question:
‘Did you notice anything odd about the shoe?’
‘Yes. It hadn’t been unfastened.’
A marvellous woman. He supposed that she must have vices to counterbalance so many excellences but he couldn’t imagine what they could be.
Also, with just under 100 pages left, am I going to finish this tonight or do I go and get a good night's sleep???