O, it grieves my soul, That I must draw this metal from my side To be a widow-maker!

The uncared-for external appearance of the tanks is nothing to go by, for the glass-lined tanks are kept in perfect condition.

to strike a bargain

Waking up in Langogne in a dim dawn, I felt in a strange sort of way more at home than I'd been for a long time in my own sadly altered version of home, even a year on from her death – especially in the first filterings of daylight […]