He had offered her a job, working as his skivvy. Mopping floors and doing the washing-up – dear God! She was his sister. She had been born in that house. She had lived there until she was in her twenties, eating the same food as him. She had only moved out after the death of their parents and Magnus’s wedding, the two events following, shamefully fast, one upon the other.
Clarissa even more motivation to desire harm to Magnus
