‘Idiot!’
‘Enough, now! Softly, you little termagant,’ he ordered, seizing her wrists to
hold her off. The Goopes were
the oddest little couple conceivable, following a fruitarian career upon an upper
floor in Theobald’s Road. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an
undefined sense of approaching danger. The
hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. He was and always would be dramatizing his
emotions; perpetually he would be confounding his actual with his imaginary
self. Proper enough now,
when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he
was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to
receive. ’
‘But where? Where has he gone? Always he goes off, and he says no word to
anyone. Both girls looked pale and listless.
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