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They stood looking at each other. Kate went away down the passage. Emptiness was round them, pierced by the baby's cries through the shut door of the nursery. Catherine didn't shrink at all, and let Christopher look at her as much as he liked, for she had done with everything now except truth.
‘Catherine' he began, in the afraid and bewildered voice of a child fumbling in the dark.