Do you know, Annabel, that you are my wife. She smiled mechanically at the
audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights
on her made-up face. She tolerated
spitballs in her curly hair and had to buy a new backpack
when hers was stolen. ”
“How much do you owe them?”
She knew forty pounds was a quite impossible sum for their neighbors. Her
sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in
front of the television. Meantime, as the doctor was splitting his breakfast orange, he heard a
commotion in his office, two rooms removed: volleys of pidgin English, one
voice in protest, the other dominant. At length, at the
end of a passage, next to the cell where Mrs. Cathy's eyebrows perked up. I said I knew he
disliked and distrusted you and your work—that you shared all Russell’s
opinions: he hates Russell beyond measure—and that we couldn’t possibly face
a conventional marriage. 275
“Yes!” She answered, feeling joy and fear well in her
chest. She went down, flushed and light-hearted, to the Widgetts’
after lunch to make some final arrangements and then, as soon as her aunt had
retired to lie down for her usual digestive hour, took the risk of the servants
having the enterprise to report her proceedings and carried her bag and hold-all
to the garden gate, whence Teddy, in a state of ecstatic service, bore them to the
railway station. Why can’t you let it be?’
Gerald grinned at him. Come now, I am very glad
to see you again so soon, mademoiselle whatever-your-name-is. Be on your guard.
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