She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. “I remember it very well indeed. "Can you pull him through?" was the anxious question. . He had made it even easier by walking up the steps instead of taking the elevator. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. His eyes closed. Here was the place behind the shed where she had used to hide from Roddy’s persecutions, and here the border of herbaceous perennials under whose stems was fairyland. Her mind turned and accused itself of having been cold and hard. ’ ‘Then leave me to guard myself, and do not ask me questions any more,’ she snapped, and crouched down suddenly, searching about for her dagger. I tried.
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