Excerpt from RULES OF CONDUCT

Viola slept soundly. It was not until the dawn's light filtered through
the lace curtain of the attic window that she woke and wriggled her toes,
luxuriating in the comfort and warmth of the feather bed.
For a brief moment, she felt happy, but the worry of her lost memory
soon returned. This ominous presence in her mind was like a veil which
hid the past from view, and she was helpless to do anything but wait for
it to lift.
It was still very early. The cock crowed from the barnyard of the
nearby far...