’. “It was best for
me to know. ’
Trodger eyed her with suspicion. He would sit in his inner
office and compose conversations with her, penetrating, illuminating, and nearly
conclusive—conversations that never proved to be of the slightest use at all with
her when he met her face to face. Below
her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond
moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. I can be a gentleman. His mind was busy with a résumé of yesterday's unusual events. She would be haunted
by the visions of their mad faces in her dreams for the
next hundred years. There were two. She wondered what the problem
was, why the buildup?
She wanted to go to his apartment that evening but
stayed herself. If you had arrived ten minutes later, or if there
hadn't been an iron bar in the chimney, that hindered my progress, I should have
been beyond your reach. What sort of a standard of life
yours may be I do not know, yet in your heart you know very well that every
word you have spoken to me has been a veiled insult, every time you have come
into my presence has been an outrage. ‘Difficult, I grant you.
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