'Are you sure you wish to come?' She asked Margaret. 'It's late now.'
'Where else do I have to go?' Margaret said.
Although she was acutely aware of the tragedy of this case, Lorna admitted to herself that she rather enjoyed this new freedom she had to wander around the countryside, probing into the mystery. The feel of the crisp air on her face and the sound of the horse's hooves clopping on the road were exhilarating; far better than sitting in a classroom trying to interest a score of young women in the lives of long- dead kings, queens, and commoners.
'I don't know Worcester all that well,' Margaret admitted.
'You know it better than I do,' Lorna said. 'I've only been there once when I caught the mail to Malvern.'
'Yes, Miss,' Margaret fidgeted uncomfortably in her seat.
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