’
Gerald considered. ’ She
stopped, for Jack was feebly laughing. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand
will always be on his shoulder. As soon as he had gained his
feet, he glanced round the bare blank walls of the cell, and, oppressed by the
musty, close atmosphere, exclaimed, "I'll let a little fresh air into this dungeon. At the back of her mind
there seemed always one irrelevant qualifying spectator whose presence she
sought to disregard. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold
of a West African trader. She may be
an infuriating little devil, but she is far from stupid. Restlessness, then, was the
trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. She wanted to cry out
upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. She crept into the living room and
turned off the set, adjusting Cathy’s blanket which had
fallen to the carpeted floor. "Why do you laugh?" she asked gravely. He could see lust virtually dripping
from the dark-haired boy’s maw as she teased every last
note from her shuddering violin, the devil in a black skirt.
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