She made aviolent effort, wrenched herself free,
and stood up, facing him. The dog it was that died, youmay remember.
They hadleft a deep, secret wound in her
mind.
Imcounting on Miss Mayfill to give us something
really NICE. Butif youll only keep still and not look at me you can imagine ImIvor
Novello. Ive been making special prayers all the morningthat shell give it to us.
But now spose frinstance you was to come along with us,see? Could Mrs Semprill have
been watching them after all? Every bone in her body was aching, andher eyes were
sticky with sleep.
Again neitherfeeling nor memory gave any clue to
the answer. She made aviolent effort, wrenched herself free, and stood up, facing
him. And unfortunately this wasno more than the literal truth; she really could not
bear it.
Shed do jest nicely for Nobby, wouldnt she? She
promptly put the gate between Mr Warburtonand herself.
She scrubbed it vigorously enough to bring theblood
into her cheek.
Dorothy could hear some of what they
weresaying:That tart looks ill, said the girl.
Dorothy watched it pass; and suddenly, as though
spontaneously, aword flashed into her mind.
Now dont go and turn round, said Mr Warburton
mildly.
Why did they always have to kissyou and maul you
about?
She uttered a prayer forstrength, and pinched
herself.
She had grown out of the fear, of course, but not
out ofthe feeling that was associated with it.