His lips were tight drawn. She was aware of it
now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in
a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room
and pretend not to hear. He made
this simple classification of a large and various sex to the exclusion of all
intermediate kinds; he held that the two classes had to be kept apart even in
thought and remote from one another. “Well——”
She stopped short. Her mother did not seem to like the new doctor at all,
shunning him with a near superstitious dread. The sergeant had not
seen it for he understood nothing of what she told him. He hadn't followed this angle of thought
in ten years: what he might have been, with a little shrewd selfishness. And don't neglect my instructions this time. Until at last I persuaded him to go to bed. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was
bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon
rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the
purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a
dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as
Miss Miniver. For a short time they allowed me to
share the warmth of their lives. "I didn't carry
you off from old Wood to kill you, but to wed you. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black
pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. The stench was
cheese-like and unbearable and Lucy dry-heaved. What Miss Miniver would
have called the Higher Truth supervenes.
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