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wo hours after Susan had left with that little scrap of a maid to have one of her dresses refitted. They’ll bring the ball this way again if they’re going to Hanging Rock. But the craven whine of the thinny seemed somehow to mock him, to ask him if there had been more to see. She knew that she had been put in the back of the cart, stood in the back of the cart, and that the surviving Coffin Hunter had looped a noose around her neck.

And when I saw what they really were, they were gone and I was lying on my bed with the ball hugged in my arms . sses sound so much alike?Susan was still trying to get herself back under control when Aunt Cord swept around the corner. Ashes, she thought. This woman would be honest only when she absolutely had to be; left to her own devices and desires, she’d lie about everything—the weather, the crops, the flights of birds come Reaping.