Nancy nods pathetically, and once the towels arrive, she bundles herself in one of them, making a big show about how soft the fabric is.
The large towel wrapped around her like a cloak, Nancy sits on the stool. She didn't expect Childermass to be here. But if he must be, she won't make a fuss of it. She has nothing he cannot hear.
She takes a few moments, to wait, to settle into the stool, and build the atmosphere back again, that she is suffering. Blinking her wide eyes, she avoids looking at either man, the picture of pathetic and pitiful. "You were right, Mr. Norrell," she tells him. "The fae- my father- I thought the hospital was the worst of it, but I was wrong. I was so bloody wrong!" She allows herself to burst into tears, holding herself tightly.
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The large towel wrapped around her like a cloak, Nancy sits on the stool. She didn't expect Childermass to be here. But if he must be, she won't make a fuss of it. She has nothing he cannot hear.
She takes a few moments, to wait, to settle into the stool, and build the atmosphere back again, that she is suffering. Blinking her wide eyes, she avoids looking at either man, the picture of pathetic and pitiful. "You were right, Mr. Norrell," she tells him. "The fae- my father- I thought the hospital was the worst of it, but I was wrong. I was so bloody wrong!" She allows herself to burst into tears, holding herself tightly.