A slim young woman stepped lightly into the fog. Her hair was lush about her shoulders, and she wore a beret and an unusually cut overcoat. ‘Very smart,’ thought the sergeant.
Brodie Humphreyhas quoted6 years ago
A skeleton head wearing a tea cosy turned on a grubby kapok pillow. The mouth gaped like a charcoal hole, and sunken eyes gazed at her. Molly Dunnage, mad woman and crone,
Taylah Cassonhas quoted6 years ago
Soon the little weatherboard house stood stump deep in rubbish.
Taylah Cassonhas quoted6 years ago
Molly Dunnage, mad woman and crone, said to her daughter, ‘You’ve come about the dog have you? You can’t have him. We want to keep him.
Taylah Cassonhas quoted6 years ago
Molly Dunnage, mad woman and crone, said to her daughter, ‘You’ve come about the dog have you? You can’t have him. We want to keep him.’
Taylah Cassonhas quoted6 years ago
‘I’m a seamstress and dressmaker, Sergeant Farrat.’
Taylah Cassonhas quoted6 years ago
‘Your mother … doesn’t get out these days,’
Sarah Harphas quoted7 years ago
over the strange woman she thought was feeding her poison. Again Tilly stood on the veranda, the breeze pressing her trousers against her slim legs. Below her, s
nicholas4045has quoted7 years ago
‘Does anyone know you’re coming, Myrtle?’ asked the sergeant. ‘My name is Tilly,’ she said. ‘Everyone will know soon enough.’