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- •I opened the door wider and the person on the step, whom I now recognized, slipped, or dodged, into the flat. I retreated into the sitting-room, he following.
- •I opened the door and placed my hand on Arnold's chest. "Go in and look at her," I said to Francis. "There's some blood."
- •I do not know why I thought then so promptly and prophetically of death. Perhaps it was because Rachel, half under the bedclothes, had covered her face with the sheet.
- •I thought, He will soon feel resentment against me because of this. I said, "Naturally I won't mention this business to anyone."
- •I remembered that Arnold had mentioned rather unenthusiastically a "hairy swain," an art student or something.
- •I wondered if these were the views of the late Oscar Belling. "It's a long hard road, Julian, if that's what you believe."
- •I ran in to Arnold. "Could you stay with Priscilla? The doctor said she shouldn't be left alone."
- •I ran in to Arnold. "Could you stay with Priscilla? The doctor said she shouldn't be left alone."
- •I said to Arnold, "You left Priscilla."
- •I felt incoherent humiliation and rage. "You deliberately drove her out. She says you tried to poison her—"
- •I felt utter confusion. Had there been a child after all? Was this she?
- •I said, "I'm not going to wait while you pack these cases." I could not bear to see the girl shaking out Priscilla's things and folding them neatly. "You can send them on to my flat."
- •In the end Rachel and Arnold and Francis and I left the house together. At least, I just turned and walked out, and the others followed somehow.
- •I knew at once from her voice that she was alone. A woman can put so much into the way she says your name.
- •I said soothingly, "There you are, Priscilla. There's your water— buffalo lady. She came back home to you after all."
- •I said, "I suppose we think of the past as a tunnel. The present is lighted. Farther back it gets more shadowy."
- •I jerked away from her. "Rachel, you aren't just doing this to spite Arnold?"
- •I reflected. "Yes."
- •It was not until later that I remembered that she had gone away still wearing my socks.
- •I turned on Arnold, "I don't know what you think that Rachel—"
- •I said, "I don't believe you about you and Christian."
- •I felt some shame in asking her about Arnold and Rachel, but I wanted to be, and now was, sure that they had said nothing damaging about me.
- •I set off along the court and then along Charlotte Street, walking rather fast.
- •I wrote down the Notting Hill address.
- •I had just uttered Julian's name aloud. I got up. "Chris, do you mind, I must go. I've got something very important to do." Think about Julian.
- •I had just uttered Julian's name aloud. I got up. "Chris, do you mind, I must go. I've got something very important to do." Think about Julian.
- •I released Christian slowly and she looked at Arnold and went on laughing in a weary almost contented sort of way, "Oh dear, oh dear—"I'm just off," I said to Arnold.
- •I had not intended to tell him. It was something to do with Pris— cilla that I did. The pity of it. And then a sense of being battered beyond caring.
- •I hesitated. "Yes." There was much that I would have some day to lay before her. But not today.
- •It had begun to rain. I had put on my macintosh and was standing in the hall wondering if tears would help. I imagined pushing Arnold violently aside and leaping up the stairs. But what then?
- •I ran into my bedroom and hurled clothes into a suitcase. Then I returned to the sitting-room.
- •I picked it up. One of the buffalo's front legs was broken off jaggedly near the body. I laid the bronze on its side in the lacquer cabinet.
- •I was asleep two seconds later. We woke at dawn and embraced each other again, but with the same result.
- •I had noticed that. "Yes."
- •I went and locked it and then sat down again facing her. "Are you cold?"
- •I had the strange feeling that I was speaking these words. I was speaking through her, through the pure echoing emptiness of her being, hollowed by love.
- •I was dressing.
- •I thought for a moment. "All right. You might be useful."
- •324 Мультиязыковой проект Ильи Франка www.Franklang.Ru
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