She found herself looking
sheepishly around the bedroom when a sudden tingle of
electricity moved from her groin, fanning out from her
belly. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’
‘I blame myself. It was the day I borrowed a pencil; the
day we first spoke to one another. The houses were older, the
shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the
crowd, the street-like air was the same. Then she threw the volume away with a little impatient exclamation. He was vaguely uneasy; he
knew not what about. After quarter of an hour, she followed. Most people, every one I
know else, seem to have mated with foreigners and to talk uneasily in unfamiliar
tongues, to be afraid of the knowledge the other one has, of the other one’s
perpetual misjudgment and misunderstandings. The curtains which she had left drawn were open, and the
electric lights were turned on. ”
“I don’t know who you are,” Ennison said quietly, “but you are a thundering
liar.
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