Myrtle Wilson

• walking through her husband as if he were a ghost (CH2)
• a spotted dress of dark blue crepe-de-chine … there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her (CH2)
• get some chairs, why don’t you (CH2)
• Mrs Wilson sat discreetly in another car (CH2)
• the living room … a set of tapestried furniture entirely too large for it (CH2)
• only picture was an over-enlarged photograph, a hen sitting on a blurred rock, looked at from a distance … hen resolved itself into a bonnet (CH2)