slender. Only your hair come out rather fairer than I had it pictured
The words drop away. In reaching, she has moved her head: the light from the street-lamp, and from the sliver of tarnished moon, falls full upon her, and all at once I see her face—the brown of her own eye, and her own pale cheek—and her lip, that is plump and must, I understand suddenly, must once have been plumper . . . She wets her mouth. ''Dear girl,'' she says. ''My own, my own dear girl—''
She hesitates another moment; then speaks, at last.
Part Three
Chapter Fourteen
I shrieked. I shrieked and shrieked. I struggled like a fiend. But the more I twisted, the tighter I was held. I saw Gentleman fall back in his seat and the coach start up and begin to turn. I saw Maud put her face to the window of cloudy glass. At sight of her eyes, I shrieked again.
''There she is!'' I cried, lifting my hand and pointing. ''There she is! Don''t let her go! Don''t you fucking let her go—!''
But the coach drove on, the wheels throwing up dust and gravel as the horse got up its speed; and the faster it went, the harder I think I fought. Now the other doctor came forward, to help Dr Christie. The woman in the apron came, too. They were trying to pull me closer to the house. I wouldn''t let them. The coach was speeding, growing smaller. ''They''re getting away!'' I cried. Then the woman got behind me and seized my waist. She had a grip on her like a man''s. She lifted me up the two or three steps that led to the house''s front door, as if I might be so many feathers in a bag.－本－作－品－由－思－兔－網－提－供－線－上－閱－讀－