She would never love him as she loved Capes, of course, but
there are grades and qualities of love. To even presume a
lustful thought about her was to ask for one’s own death. ”
She was silent for a time, with her nose on the pillow, and that brought her to:
“What’s the good of pretending?
“I love him,” she said aloud to the dim forms of her room, and repeated it, and
went on to imagine herself doing acts of tragically dog-like devotion to the
biologist, who, for the purposes of the drama, remained entirely unconscious of
and indifferent to her proceedings. "You'll never return. “Yes. The faithful fellow will never leave me. All human food tasted
equally dead and loathsome to her, whether it was prime
steak or cheap hamburger. Happy
Thanksgiving. ” He made his voice very low and full, and looked
closely into her face. ‘You are an avid reader, I take it. This time there wasn't any doubt. E. “Oh, that. Close behind him stood the tall gaunt figure of Marvel, with his large bony
hands, his scraggy neck, and ill-favoured countenance. Her mind had
been and was full of the thought of Capes, a huge generalized Capes-lover.
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