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crumbs and the sticky rings where drinks had been carelessly put down. Dirty plates and cutlery were stacked on a steel trolley. There were no windows, so to give an illusion of light and space one wall was covered in a huge photogram showing a tropical beach, with bright blue sky and white sand and coconut palms.
The man who had brought her in was collecting a tray from a serving hatch.
"Eat up," he said.
There was no you eaten enough?"
"Yes, thank you."
"I'd like you to tell me where you come from. Can you do that?"
"London," she said.
"And what are you doing so far north?"
"With my father," she mumbled. She kept her eyes down, avoiding the gaze of need to starve, so she ate the stew and mashed potatoes with relish. There was a bowl of tinned peaches and ice cream to follow. As she ate, the man and the nurse talked quietly at another table, and when she had finished, the nurse brought her a glass of warm milk and took the tray away.The man came to sit down opposite. His daemon, the marmot, was not blank and incurious as the nurse's dog had been, but sat politely on his shoulder watching and listening."Now, Lizzie," he said. "Have