He deserves none. He
had not proceeded far when he encountered Sir Rowland, who, having missed
his attendant, had returned to look after him. Sometimes her
straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and
decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of
passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and
bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and
bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. When John’s parents weren’t home, they made love in
his bedroom. ‘Possibly,’ he said. I keep on thinking of
you. About halfway across this interval, when everything seemed going well, Capes had a
shock.
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