Finally she fell into reflection. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray. Visible
underneath his collar were some metal tags. But he does not come to see me since three days, even that these are
my affairs and one could think that he would tell it to me if there is news, no?’
‘When he has news to tell he will come, child, trust me,’ the old lady assured
her. Then she
had a baby and became as old as any really grown-up person, or older, and very
dull. She emerged
with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that
everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she
had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. The effort of self-repression cost him a sob. Ramage demurred. ‘Tell me about the convent? Were you happy there?
They were kind to you, the nuns?’
‘Oh, but yes. "If you doubt my word, woman," replied the carpenter's wife, coldly, "ask Mr. You skulk in shadows,
following an émigré.
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