And when I ask you why it is you do so, you
have no answer. ”
“And he sat at my table,” Annabel said bitterly, “and yet he did not know me. Anna, quitting her
chair, dropped on her knees by her sister’s side and took her hand. Hang it, there must be something about her
that will give it away. What
might it have been?’
Mrs Sindlesham shook her head helplessly. ‘Only perhaps I can more readily do so if you will put down that
pistol. She
crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as
the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black
trees. ”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings. “Hola, Michelle. "
"Jacobite!" echoed Mrs. ’
‘It will be worth the pain, you will see. She
can be of use to me yet. En tout cas, why had he not returned? She pondered the question as, later, she
paced about her favourite retreat. And this time the
departure had a tremendous effect of finality.
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