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A fox darts out from behind an empty cart, moving sideways along the dark and deserted street. It pauses for a moment, one foot held off the ground, outside the Guildhall, near the school where Hamnet studied, and his father before him, as if it has heard something. Then it trots on, before swerving left and vanishing into a gap between two houses. - P279

Agnes is silent. The animal inside her flexes itself restlessly, starts to scrape at her innards with its needling claws. - P286


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Agnes looks at her husband and suddenly she sees it, feels it, scents it. All over his body, all over his skin, his hair, his face, his hands, as if an animal has run over him, again and again, leaving tiny pawmarks. He is, Agnes realises, covered in the touches of other women. - P259

Agnes has heard it all. The new house is a jam pot, pulling flies towards it. She will live in it but it will never be hers. - P274

It’s as if her mother needs London, and all that he does there, to rub off him before she can accept him back. - P276


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Small things undo her. Nothing is certain any more. - P251


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