BOOK I.-CHARLOTTE REDHEAD THEY turned again at the end of the platform. The tail of her long, averted stare was conscious of him, of his big, tweed-suited body and its behaviour, squaring and swelling and tightening in its dignity, of its heavy swing to her shoulder as they turned. She could stave off the worst by not looking at him, by looking at other things, impersonal, innocent things the bright, yellow, sharp-gabled station the black girders of the bridge the white signal post beside it holding out a stiff, black ...
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BOOK I.-CHARLOTTE REDHEAD THEY turned again at the end of the platform. The tail of her long, averted stare was conscious of him, of his big, tweed-suited body and its behaviour, squaring and swelling and tightening in its dignity, of its heavy swing to her shoulder as they turned. She could stave off the worst by not looking at him, by looking at other things, impersonal, innocent things the bright, yellow, sharp-gabled station the black girders of the bridge the white signal post beside it holding out a stiff, black-banded arm the two rails curving there, with the flat, white glitter and sweep of scythes pointed blades coming together, buried in the bend of the cutting. Small, three-cornered fields, clean-edged like the pieces of a puzzle, red brown and pure bright THE ROMANTIC C green, dovetailed under the high black bar of the bridge. She supposed you could paint that. Turn. Clear stillness after the rain. She caught herself smiling at the noise her boots made clanking on the tiles with the harsh, joyous candour that he hated. He walked noiselessly, with a jerk of bluff knickerbockered hips, raising himself on his toes like 3 cat. She could see him moving about in her room, like that, in the half darkness, feeling for his things, with shamed, helpless gestures. She could see him tiptoeing down her staircase, furtive, afraid. Always afraid they would be found out. That would have ruined him. Oh, well-why should he have ruined himself for her Why But she had wanted, wanted to ruin herself for him, to stand, superb and reckless, facing the world with him. If that could have been the way of it-Turn. That road over the hill-under the yellow painted canopy sticking out from the goodsstation-it would be the Cirencester road, the CHARLOTTE REDHEAD Fosse Way. She would tramp along it when he was gone. Turn. He must have seen her looking at the clock. Three minutes more. Suddenly, round the bend, under the bridge, the train. He was carrying it off fairly well, with his tight red face and his stare over her head when she looked at him, his straight smile when she said, Good-bye and good-luck And her silly hand clutching the window-ledge. She let go, quick, afraid he would turn sentimental at the end. But no he was settling down heavily in his corner, blinking and puffing over his cigar. That was her knapsack lying on the seat there. She picked it up and slung it over her shoulder. Cirencester Or back to Stow-on-the-Wold If only he hadnt come there last night. If only he had let her alone. She meditated. She would have to wire to Gwinnie Denning to meet her at Cirencester. She wondered whether Gwinnies mothers lumbago would last over the week-end. It THE KOMiINTIC was Friday. 1 c haps Gwinnic haci started. Per haps there woul t be n wire from hcr at the hotel. Going on to Circncester when YOU wanted to be in Stow-on-thc-i yold, what waj it but a cowardly retrcnt . Drivcr nut of Stow-on-the--old bv Gibsorl . Not she Dusk at tcn oclock in thr n orning under the trees on the mile-long hill. You climbed up and up a stccp grcc tunrlel. The sun would be blazing L at its n o t o h n thc top. Kothing wo ild rnnttcr. Ccrt iinly not this atfair with Gibson HerLert. She could see clenrlv her immense, unique passion thus diminished. Surprising what a lot of it you could forget. Clcan for - c ct. She supposed you f rgot b ecause - o c o i u ldnt bear to rcxlcrnbcr. But there were d ns that stood out hours little minutes that thrilled you even now and stung. This tirnc, t1r. u wars ace, L, that hot August...
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