During detention she orchestrated Ray Plote's murder. ‘Do you think I do not know? What am I doing here, do you think?’
‘That’s just exactly what I’ve been asking myself,’ he returned. The
moon had arisen, and everything could be as plainly distinguished as during the
day. And like that gospel it meant something, something different from
its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial
incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. Her mouth was an effective
tourniquet. \" She said,
bashful. But don't let my name frighten you. And if one were to love some
one very much, it’s just so that one would be blindest, just when one wanted
most to see. ” His walk became a jovial saunter. She got up, drew up her blind, and stared out of window at a dawn-cold
vision of chimneys for a time, and then went and sat on the edge of her bed. Why? While the
front of his mind was busy warning her not to fall into the hopeless miseries of
underpaid teaching, and explaining his idea that for women of initiative, quite as
much as for men, the world of business had by far the best chances, the back
chambers of his brain were busy with the problem of that “Why?”
His first idea as a man of the world was to explain her unrest by a lover, some
secret or forbidden or impossible lover.
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