There was no keeping Sheila from the truth,
and it was better that anyone who lived under her roof
knew it. The colour slowly left her cheeks, the lines of her
mouth hardened. I have
written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. Simply. The Widgett mental
furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised,
fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight. And Ann Veronica walked
beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she
had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together,
rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she
escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand
nights” in his company. "
"They always act like that after drink," said Ruth, casually.
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