I don’t defend it. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. She has never done a really ignoble thing that I know of— never. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. She made a slow tour of the front of the house without success, and then started back along the rooms behind, dragging open the drapes each time to get just enough light to recognise what was on the walls. At the door to the kitchen, he called out, ‘Pottiswick!’ The old man came out, shoving his chin in the air and glaring. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat. I’ve got imagination. Always as black and bitter as gall. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry. Please sit down, Miss —dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet.
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