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From: | Nina Plummer |
Subject: | world power satisfactory |
Date: | Thu, 14 Sep 2006 21:55:57 +0200 |
Now incidents were no morecounted, on this side or
the other. As, through a stillunmeasured period, he went drifting, changes came on
the hill.
She coulddream for ever, and her dream should for
ever be made real.
He had turned hisback upon light and had not
remarked erection. He ran downtowards the bottom of the Hill, among the houses,
towards thathouse where the glass was. The silence in that place became positive
with their energies, andits own. If he had asked himself why, he could not have
easily answered.
She had almost, if byGods mercy not quite, wished
that Peter Stanhope had notinterfered.
He saw, with sharp clarity, the faceof the girl who
had been his wife. He wanted to speak; hecould not find words to utter or
control.
It washeaven enough; he sought nothing
else.
I can give youcertainty of joyfor every moment of
life. She looked over the gate; she added ina voice hard with an unreasoning
hostility: Good night.
In a fewminutes youll be free, and then youllcome;
you shall be back soon. She had no work of her present union with herself to
achieve; thatwas done.
His imagination could hardly, by ordinarystandards,
be said to be good or bad. The word, Antaean, sprang hundred-voicedaround her, and
held her by every gripping voice.
Well, it wont do you any harm to feel it knows you.
You must giveyour burden up to someone else, and you must carry someone elsesburden.
Hehad sat watching it, dimly, peacefully.
She said, as he waited: My dear, how tiredyou look!
He checked in midpace, his foot heavily thuddingdown, and he almost falling. Then
she knew it; it was the face of the strange man in her dream. Chapter Seven JUNCTION
OF TRAVELLERSThe dead man walked in his dead town.
Change here for Scilly, she said aloud as she came
to the gate. It was just after Id bought thesweets that I saw it coming once. His
choice was in this direction; it wasbrightest, by a little, at the top. She said,
still perplexed at a strange language: But how can Icease to be troubled? He sat
opposite his ladder, after a long, long while, and let thefancy grow.
He-didnot sleep, for he did not need sleep.
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