She does not answer. She only turns from me, to gaze for a moment at the barred chapel door. I look at the pale of her cheek, at her jaw, at the mark of the needle in the lobe of her ear. When she turns back, her face has changed.♂思♂兔♂在♂線♂閱♂讀♂
''Marry him,'' she tells me. ''He loves you. Marry him, and do everything he says.''
She has come to Briar to ruin me, to cheat me and do me harm. Look at her, I tell myself. See how slight she is, how brown and trifling! A thief, a little fingersmith—/1 think I will swallow down my desire, as I have swallowed down grief, and rage. Shall I be thwarted, shall I be checked—held to my past, kept from my future—by her? I think, / shan''t. The day of our flight draws near. / shan''t. The month grows warmer, the nights grow close. / shan''t, I shan''t—
''You are cruel,'' Richard says. ''I don''t think you love me as you ought. I think—'' and he glances, slyly, at Sue—''I think there must be someone else you care for . . .''
Sometimes I see him look at her, and think he has told her. Sometimes she looks at me, so strangely—or else her hands, in touching me, seem so stiff, so nervous and unpractised—I think she knows. Now and then I am obliged to leave them alone together, in my own room; he might tell her, then.
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