“...She backed away from the window so that Thomas would not see her, but she could not take her eyes off the rising white trunk lid. When the furry animal, stained with its own blood, jumped out of the car and crossed the yard in several leaps, and then jumped out through the open gate and hit the road, Thomas laughed quietly... He turned around to see if Camilla had seen. But she hid behind the curtain. In an excellent mood, he got into the car and drove away. The wrought-iron gate leaves slowly closed, set in motion by an automatic system...”