Near at hand were tall elm trees and some
rookscawing. She was not afraid of his scar orhis looks. Daphne bundled her sewing
loosely together.
When she tried to do a bit more, two days later,
she could not findher thimble.
He said her beauty was her whited
sepulchre.
And immediately the strange thrill of secrecywas
between them. At length she turned her eyes slowly to him.
He put his finger on the back of his neck, on the
swarthy,transparent skin. All arrangements were being made to effect his exchange.
Would it displease you to sew something for me?
Father just heard from the Admiralty: quite fit.
And light is only the inside-turning awayof the suns directness that was coming to
us. Who could help worshipping you and lovingyou: immortal and mortal together. She
gave a little sudden squirt of laughter.
And with the Eskimo in Siberia, and across the
Tundras.
Whomdid you want to fly to, if you were a Voglein?
Because I am a prisoner, in other peoples clothes, and I havenothing of my own. She
thought of the cultured, casual trailof his voice.
Yes, she said, looking away at nothingness. Basil
isntworth it, dear, really he isnt.
I hope you wont be disappointed in me when I do get
back, hewrote.
And wont you come to Brasseys to tea with me atthis
minute.
Supposing it should unfold, and open out the dark
depths, the dark,dilated pupil! Yes, she replied, a shadow coming over her face.
Butthe pole-cat and the ice-bears of the north have their mates.
She gave a little sudden squirt of laughter. She
was silent for some moments, looking away at the twinklinglights of a station
beyond.
I suppose I must be a bit of a shock to you, he
said. He laughed broadly, showing the strong, negroid teeth.
What is the use, she said, being friends with the
ANGRY you?