She thought of how tired she was, how
exhausted, how hungry. He
reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor,
where he lay very still. By
policemen one mustn’t shock. If you like books and music,
we'll get along. Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering
when they would flee to the country as so many other
houses had done. ‘But do you not see that he will come again? I think
it is better if you, both of you, go and leave me here to find—’ She broke off,
looking away. “MY DEAR FATHER,” she wrote,—“I have been thinking hard about
everything since I was sent to this prison. His brute strength surged
through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart,
his life force stolen like candy from a baby. Restlessness, then, was the
trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. She hoped the lights would become hot enough
to melt her into the floor. She observed a
man walking on the opposite side of the way and looking toward her. She had traversed perhaps three bookshelves, passed across the door that must
lead to the hall, turned the corner, and was just about to reach the fireplace when
she abruptly became aware that something under her fingers had felt wrong. To
O'Higgins—for all his sordid business he was not insensible to beauty—to
O'Higgins she appeared to have entered the room with the light.
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