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And so you will come with me then, Angela, Angela Maea, he cried. But that was
only Angela, the girlout of whom had grown and burgeoned Angela the woman. In
the darkness Anthony reached out and sought the old actorshand. A pressure of
triumphand emotion surged up into his temples.
To begin to plan anything was to
begin to plan the end. To begin to plan anything was to begin to plan the
end.
Tears were to become so terrible that they became funny. For a fewmoments
their hearts beat together.
A pressure of triumphand emotion surged up into his
temples.
Apart of her dress which had been torn was wrapped about her. Poor
Angela, poor helpless me, she thought.
The child gathered up his little fleet
contentedly and they wentinto the house together.
At best only a fewmoments of
life at the full could be tasted in these days.
Of this Napoleon
hadparticularly warned Ouvrard.
They heard the pianoforte beginand Angela break
off in the middle of her song.
I think I shall go down, said Anthony, and .
He
and Vincent went about together endlessly. He spent long mornings there playing
with the boy in the garden.
He began to dreamof their life there with this
child growing to manhood in the newcountry. The nurse made no opposition,
although sheinformed her mistress. She knew where to stand and where not to
stand in aroom.
She had learned, what so few women ever learn: how to get up
andsit down. Yet it was this feeling that also lent a poignancy to their hours.
What it was she saidto them she did not know. His feetdragged down into the
darkness and silence below. Do not ask me to say good-bye tohim, too.
The man
and the boy looked at each other and understood what eachwas thinking. He wiped
his brow, which hadbroken out into a cold sweat at the sound of Anthonys
laughter. The man and the boy looked at each other and understood what eachwas
thinking.
She came as an incredible and an overwhelming surprise.
What it was
she saidto them she did not know. He had pictured himselfas stepping aside.
They had begun there, fulfilled themselves, and gone on.
Perhapsit was for the
good of the boy after all that she had given him up.
The words of her songs,
when there werewords, meant nothing.
She sat in a pile of deadleaves amid the
roots.
They had not renewed their intimacy on a passionate basis.
It was there
that Angela foundthat she was with child. She stood lookingat the two men
before her for a while.
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