”
She led the way, talking all the time to Ennison. ’
‘Yolande, my maid?’
‘You don’t need a maid,’ Martha said stoutly. “Nigel, don’t you understand. She pointed across the road. She had a feeling as though something had dropped from her eyes, as though
she had just discovered herself for the first time—discovered herself as a sleepwalker might do, abruptly among dangers, hindrances, and perplexities, on the
verge of a cardinal crisis. ‘Go and fetch her home,’ he said; ‘it isn’t
what we thought! It’s just a practical joke of hers. It was like pouring a strong acid over
dulled metal. The conversation which her entrance had
interrupted began to buzz again all around her. She was lovely,
painted like the porcelain doll he had always wanted her
to be. Spurling, squeezing Jack's arm, and
pushing him towards the door, "and, don't come here again. "The feeling is dead within my breast. She let him have it all, as it was,
after all, for the last time.
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