She read
beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing. Kneebone, a woollen-draper in Wych Street, with whose pockets, it appears,
Jack, when a lad, made a little too free. "
"That's well!" cried Jack. Within forty-eight hours the girl would be
on her way east and the boy see-sawing the South China Sea, for ever moving at
absolute angles. He kissed her deeply and hungrily. When I think of those ateliers of
ours, the art jargon, the decadents with their flamboyant talk I long for a twoedged sword and a minute of Divinity. To escape one phase of loneliness she had plunged into another, so vast that
her courage sometimes faltered. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go
into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the
rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly
lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing
babies. They might applaud, or object,
or interfere, but the drama was her very own. ‘Charvill?’ uttered Roding frowningly. Wu may have news for us. He learnt that his sister was privately married—the
name or rank of her husband could not be ascertained—and living in retirement
in an obscure dwelling in the Borough, where she had given birth to a son.
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