So you really propose, he said to go back to your parish work?
I dont believe in it any longer, if thats what you mean. Halfthe parsons daughters in
England, Mr Warburton had said. However, they would come in usefulfor the pageant. A
frizzling sound was coming from the glue-pot.
Why dont people believe Mrs Semprill any longer?
Its not empty at all, its a deuced sight too full, thats thetrouble with it.
Dorothy put her arms round his neck and touched his silver-palecheek with her lips. All
that matters is that its gone, and Ive got to begin mylife all over again. I shall go on
with it, justthe same as before. The little I had passed away quite painlessly at the age
of nine.
Ultimatelywere all trying for a bit of fun; but some people take it in suchperverted
forms.
And Isee now that a lot of it was rather silly.
I just couldnt go on believing in it anylonger. He looked a great deal older,
Dorothythought.
But she had mastered it; it was not a thing worthworrying about. My dear child, can you
show me a philosophy of life that isnthedonism?
A wave of disgust anddeadly fear went through her, and her entrails seemed to shrink
andfreeze. But she had mastered it; it was not a thing worthworrying about. But onceyouve
been proved a liar in open court, youre disqualified, so tospeak.
Surely it doesnt make you any happier to go aboutquaking in fear of Hell fire? So she
concluded lamely:Somehow I feel that its better for me to go on as I was before. The woman
told me you only left half a crown. Presently he changed thesubject, as though giving up
the attempt to understand Dorothysoutlook.
Theresno other future possible to you unless you marry.
Why dont people believe Mrs Semprill any longer? And my income is only seven hundred a
year. Dorothy lighted the oilstove, found her scissors and two sheets ofbrown paper, and
sat down. It would be interesting to know whether this wasanother of the occasions when
Mrs Creevy laughed.
If I were you I wouldnt give any explanations till youreasked for them.
Youre going to be, soto speak, a wolf in sheeps clothing. However, in a couple of minutes
they reappeared, the taxi-driver carrying the box on his shoulder. Dorothy sat silent and
listening with intent and horrifiedfascination. Very probably the whole thing was only
another ofhis periodical attempts to seduce her. His spadeflashed in the sun as the train
passed.
Rather afeat getting it out of the old girl, wasnt it?
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