Why, she wondered, had she agreed to
that?
CHAPTER XVIIIThe senator stayed in bed only in
order to remain undisturbed. Yet they couldnot get away from that past.
School shehated; so, she said, she had courted
expulsion by refusing to obeyregulations.
I know more of the historyof this mill than you
think. It seemed as if,whenever she had to mention her, the epithet poor came to
herlips.
Mr Clark was not in; so I toldMr Burt to sit down
and wait in the hall.
One might have thought wewere living on the eve of
a revolution. Do you remember the time when Iwas a child in this house?
But college as such had held no lure for
him.
I never made up my mind, as you say, to any
suchthing.
Well, I waited, having the impression that I was in
a voidpeopled by superhuman intelligences.
When he had returned to Canada they had met
again,first casually, then on purpose.
She had come to the conclusion that she could not
do it. Well, I waited, having the impression that I was in a voidpeopled by
superhuman intelligences.
Save your preamble, Mr Clark said impatiently,
sitting downhimself and leaving Burt standing. Did sheshare her mothers attitude to
the mill? She wantedto face life without that barrier between her and reality. He
rose and went to his room to go to bed. It was true, he had striven for monopoly of
ownership. He had hardly left the house when Mr Clark looked at me out ofhaggard
eyes.
BobStevens, of course, had told me much; more than
he ever thought hewas telling me. After all, she had, throughout her life, been used
to having luxuryand service at her command. The mill at Arbala, the father said at
last, you say was builtfor a purpose.
He rose and went to his room to go to bed. So
shegot out, too, and poked her finger under the hood, at random. Even at second hand
Mr Inksters talehas opened my eyes.