There is nobody, then?"
"Oh, there is an aunt. I—I am a lovesick idiot, and not accountable for my actions. If only
we are not divided. I am not angry with you, but with this—this—’
‘Idiot? Imbecile?’ offered Gerald in a helpful tone. ”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings. There were groves of cultivated guava, orange, lemon, and pomegranate. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood,
born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. I’ve seen Brewis Charvill, by the by. And what was singular she did not recount to the doctor that
morning's adventure. Just as he was about to drain it, he encountered the
basilisk glance of Jonathan Wild, and paused.
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