“Harry had anticipated her reply. No doubt was left in his mind that at last he knew the truth. ‘You don’t need to.’ ‘Surely you can’t imagine that...’ ‘Never mind my imagination.’ He spoke more harshly than he had intended. Sophie had confirmed his suspicions, but that afforded him no pleasure. All he wanted was to bring matters to an end. ‘I must be getting back to Baz,’ she said. ‘Oh - here’s Nick!’ Nick Folley approached them, blowing a kiss at Sophie, giving Harry a dismissive nod. ...His elaborate make-up failed to disguise the self-satisfaction of his features; he gave no hint of the loneliness and misery of Mary Shelley’s monster. Harry tensed. Folley’s arrival gave him a chance to put another of his ideas to the test. He recalled that Frankenstein inspired loathing in anyone who saw it: in that, at least, he saw a point of resemblance between Folley and the creature created from the bones of charnel houses.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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