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ZENNOR IN DARKNESS
Helen Dunmore has published nine novels with Penguin:
HELEN DUNMORE
ZENNOR IN DARKNESS
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First published by Viking 1993
First published in Penguin Books 1994
This edition published 2007
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Copyright © Helen Dunmore, 1993
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The moral right of the author has been asserted
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ISBN: 978-0-14-193925-4
One faint shriek. Then another. Three girls fling themselves over the top of the last dune and skid down warm flanks of sand. Marram grass slashes their ankles and sand kicks up behind Clare and Peggy, into Hannah’s eyes. She’s the heaviest and the last.
Dazzled, laughing, out of breath, prickling with sweat under their dress-shields, they flounder through the knee-deep shifting white sand, and then down and down in a heap on the hard, flat beach. Clare and Hannah collapse together, their mouths full of each other’s hair. Their ankle boots are heavy with sand. Their hair has come down, and their straw hats flop against their shoulder-blades. They clasp each other. They smell of sweat and sunburned hair, and there’s a faint smell of violet perfume from Hannah, who has lavished the last precious drops of Wood Violet on her wrists and under her ears. She doesn’t know where she will get another bottle, but today she has something to celebrate. There is her half-day’s holiday from the shop, there is this perfection of early summer, and, above all, kept until last for fear of the ill-luck which always trudges in the wake of complete happiness: