Then he took me out to Monteaux, on a
motor. Below
her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond
moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. Had he been trying to stop the grim descent,
and had he dimly perceived that perhaps a fine deed would serve as the initial
barrier? A drunken idea—a pearl in the midst of a rubbish heap. So go up-stairs and get your things together while
I look out for a hansom. She reeled in excitement, she unzipped
his pants while kissing him, trying not to let herself stop
touching him as she unclothed him. ” She
gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch
of icy dirt road. Sometimes her
straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and
decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of
passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy.
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