Yvette had some ofthe vague, careless blitheness of
She-who-was-Cynthia.
Only in the living-room was a good hotfire kept
going. The Mater, as she grewolder, grew blinder.
Everything was stone, with ahardness that was
almost poetic, it was so unrelenting. The rector still loved his delinquent wife,
and would love hertill he died.
Yetthe village of Papplewick was comparatively
lonely, almost lost,the life in it stony and dour.
They too, saw thesnowflower on inaccessible
heights. Nothing puts me off like an adoringfellow. Fred picked up shoes, hat, coat,
andthrew them out into the hall.
It was as the girls had known: they went back into
the choir, theyhelped in the parish.
Right there in the tentIve got a letter about it
that I was writing to you.
And you know Gerry Somercotes ADORES
you.
Aunt Cissie,who was over forty, pale, pious, and
gnawed by an inward worm, kepthouse. But a new world wouldfor a little while,
suggest new thoughts.
Fred came out of his dreaming with a dismaying
snap.
His drivelling triumph at this recognition he
interruptedwith the surly demand: Wheres Cal?
And they resented with fury that therectory was,
for their friends, impossible.
The rector still loved his delinquent wife, and
would love hertill he died.
The canoe darted in to shore, well
guided.
He was thirty years older than Cal, and small and
fat andunexercised. Let the white snowflower bloom inaccessibleon the heights of the
past.
Feverishly Howard had bundled himself out of bed.
The two girls were both determined that what they wanted was areally jolly social
life. And Granny, who was hard of hearing, heard like a weaselwhen she wasnt wanted
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The room was never fresh, she imagined it smelt:
smelt ofGranny.
Family always after me to hustle an
dosomething.
Thinking about starting in with the Triumph Agency
again? You jolly well know what to expect, said Yvette.
That was all the high creative effort he could
endure for the time.