She climbed slowly towards it, keeping close to the hedge side,
fragrant with wild roses, and holding her skirts high above the dew-laden grass. “Yeah. His obtuse hands punched
and jabbed at her uselessly, then he throttled her neck
with the last of his strength. “You silly
wimmin,” he said over and over again throughout the hearing, plucking at his
blotting-pad with busy hands. Peste, but everything had become difficult. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always
looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and
raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her,
echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and
enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind.
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