Girls Running From Houses

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The master of the house. The new owner. The mistress of the house. They think there is no world but the house.

The house is incorrigible.

In the cheval glass in the store room, she sees mud and hair.

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She arrives at the house in a snowstorm, seeking directions. She carries an old coin, and the map.

The governess. The oldest ghost. The footman. She has heard this story before.

When the girl arrives, the house puts forth thorns. When she leaves, it will be beset by inexplicable draughts.

She is guarded, and that will save her.

In the stillroom, the girl takes what she needs.

To uncover the murderer, the girl must consult a unassuming book, which contains patterns for intricate lace.

She is guarded half-heartedly by a beautiful black dog. It collects little unattended treasures.

The house is a metaphor for mortality. It resembles a travelling fair.

The maid is her long-lost relative, but the stranger who arrives in a rainstorm is her false friend.

The house will endure fire. Its memory will not outlast it. And the house will fall.

Under the flooring, she finds living softnesses of dough.

The girl, like the house, is solving the tragedy of the house.

The girl, unlike the house, is complete in herself.

Like the kindest of the girls before her, she is an ally to fish.

The house (from which smoke ascends) conforms to principles laid down by students of the esoteric.

The crime the girl commits is to enquire.