er’s diary ed t it left orange stains on your fingers. t tuck togeted into t o a broo dirt and damp togetorn; along tantalizing list of fragments: abn, cr, ta, est. orst of all, it seemed t t some point been submerged in er. ted; s intended thickness.

    It  o cause me test difficulty.  a page, it  it . Not any old script, eit er’s. able slant,  functional gaps. But on a closer look, t? as tion to be read as bet or lost?

    It o be quite a puzzle. Altly made a transcript of t day train oo croo permit pencil and paper. I , diary close to my nose, and pored over to task of decip first, to to come o meet me, res ions, until I o turn t train, tmas, er came to life.

    I  test your patience by reproducing er’s diary  came to me: fragmented and broken. In t of er idied and put in order. I ter. I  ainty, sy, lacunae ance. In doing so, I may  o  se, but I can promise t if I akes, it is only in t matters I ed and scrutinized until I am as sure as sure can be t I inguished her original meaning.

    I do not give tire diary, only an edited selection of passages. My cated first by questions of relevance to my purpose, ell tory of Miss inter, and second by my desire to give an accurate impression of er’s life at Angelfield.

    Angelfield  enoug a distance, alt faces tioned, but on approacantly tate of dilapidation it o fall into.

    Sections of toneting. And it did look as ts of torm-damaged. I s apriority to ctic rooms.

    t tries to , I understood immediat