’ ‘But what do you want it for, miss?’ ‘But to protect myself. ‘Or flew in by balloon, perhaps. As they kissed goodbye, she hoped that he felt the same reluctance to part. And to think that there they are making history! There they are putting together the plans of a new world. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. Yes, this was a little better. I’ve never found them hostile. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. That Capes should love her seemed beyond the compass of her imagination. ‘What’s more,’ went on Martha, ‘I knew something Mr Charvill didn’t, or he wouldn’t so readily have left it behind him. ‘You do not use your head, Emile,’ she said flatly.
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