He pictured himself visiting the girl in this shabby little home of her aunt’s—she had told him that it was shabby—and he recalled that delicious little smile with which she would surely greet him, a smile which seemed to be a matter of the eyes as well as the lips. She fought him at first, screaming at him, but he did not relent. That’s where you go wrong. She walked back to the car. Loneliness. “You permitted me then to call you my friend. ” She went on, with a desperate attempt to be easy and colloquial: “You see, we were rather good friends, I thought, and now perhaps it will be difficult for us to get back to the old friendly footing. And this time the departure had a tremendous effect of finality. What sort of a standard of life yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come into my presence has been an outrage. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple. It was easy enough to lie to anyone else. She wanted air—and the distraction of having moving and changing things about her. I still have a cross stitch she made for me of a little fairy sitting on a daffodil. ’ ‘So Charvill did tell him,’ Gerald said, once more staring into the hole in the wall.
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