I told her I was sick
today and she told me to get over myself. I am your very dutiful niece, aunt, and your most devoted
sister, Annabel. Glorious! The Pastoral. But let that verse tell my secret. On this side was a razor with
which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with
blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had
beaten out his wife's brains. The sun shined weakly through brief pinpricks
90
in the thick cloud cover, the weather was brewing a
storm. He tried again. “Why can’t we
propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger
each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!. And I passed myself off as Meysey Hill, and since—then—I
haven’t had a minute’s peace. He was also aware that all his arguments would
shatter themselves against her resolutions. Many’s the young ’un I’ve
seen get hisself into just such a knuckleheaded mess all on account of a pretty
wench. Almost the best of all. 'He that woos a maid',—
fol-de-rol—(hiccupping).
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