Even in the midst of her own problem, Helen noticed
that she wasliterally drenched with emotion. Oates version, a more gory method
wasemployed.
Run off with it, quick, she said, but be sure not
dropit.
Iwill go down, at once, to the cellar, and send a.
Nurse Barker grasped her by the wrist, while her nostrils quivered.
It had obviously been Nurse Barkers first job to
deck herpatient out, like sacrificial lamb. Why dont you keep back just a table
spoonful, to drinkLady Warrens health?
Youd be afraid, too, if you knew as much as I do,
hinted Helen. Only tonight, we thought youd rathernot wait, as you must be cold and
tired.
This time, he led the way back to the kitchen,
while Mrs.
Helen looked at her ugly face, her brawny arms.
With a laugh and a backward sweep of herhand, she rumpled his hair until it stood up
in a mop.
She coated her tips with a smear of
greasycrimson.
It seemed as though the mental atmosphere of the
Summit was curdled withacidity. She was already dressed for dinner, inher usual
mushroom lace gown. Youre the only man Ive ever had to askbefore.
Yes, I expect youre glad to pass on the job to me,
observed NurseBarker. As her instinct was always to explore the unfamiliar, she
turned in thedirection of the blue room.
Helen wondered whether she ought to warn Nurse
Barker what was in storefor her. It contained the entire furniture of the bedroom of
thefirst Lady Warren. Oh, dont be a fool, and start that Middle Ages stuff all over
again. Oates made an effort to relieve the tension, as she rose from herchair.
Simone knocked louder and rattled the door-handle.
Simone glanced at her husbands stubborn
crest.
Yes, I expect youre glad to pass on the job to me,
observed NurseBarker. Did she tell you that the girl was thrown down the well? If
you take my advice, youll put him in the garage forthe night. Even in the midst of
her own problem, Helen noticed that she wasliterally drenched with
emotion.
Oates version, a more gory method
wasemployed.
But hes always here, night and day, so that, a
woman cantnever be alone. Her sweetheart had jilted her,so it was supposed shed
threw herself down. Perhaps hes not coming, she said indifferently.
Simone knocked louder and rattled the
door-handle.
Theres always been old andmiddle-aged bits, as
wanted a quiet home. Oates version, a more gory method wasemployed.
Oates pointed toa steaming basin, on the table.