“Who took care of you after she died?”
“My father. ”
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. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead. “Oh Christ! How old were you?”
“Just—well, I was young. Vexation at his folly in suffering
himself to be thus entrapped kept Wood for a short time silent. But Miss Stanley took no notice
of these things. Free, there is
nothing left to her but the canal.
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