Had it not been for the Plague, she might have had
her own babies. She contrived to break down the barriers of shyness at last in one direction,
and talked one night of love and the facts of love with Miss Miniver. A little table covered with a damask cloth was dragged
out. ‘That’s just it. Raising him in his arms, Jonathan passed the rope
round his body, and in this way the poor boy was drawn up without difficulty. And the change, the
change of attitude! The way all the old clingingness has been thrown aside is
amazing. But woe to those who disregard them! Of course, basically it is
all wrong; and sometimes God must laugh at our ideas of rectitude. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch
Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she
attributes all her misery.
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