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Selina
rose
to
her
feet
,
and
paced
the
turf
restlessly
with
a
short
quarter
-
deck
walk
.
“
Why
can
’
t
we
DO
something
?
”
she
burst
out
presently
.
“
HE
—
he
did
everything
—
why
can
’
t
we
do
anything
for
him
?
”
“
WHO
did
everything
?
”
inquired
Harold
,
meekly
.
It
was
useless
wasting
further
longings
on
that
mole
.
Like
the
dead
,
he
travelled
fast
.
“
Why
,
Nelson
,
of
course
,
”
said
Selina
,
shortly
,
still
looking
restlessly
around
for
help
or
suggestion
.
“
But
he
’
s
—
he
’
s
DEAD
,
isn
’
t
he
?
”
asked
Harold
,
slightly
puzzled
.
“
What
’
s
that
got
to
do
with
it
?
”
retorted
his
sister
,
resuming
her
caged
-
lion
promenade
.
Harold
was
somewhat
taken
aback
.
In
the
case
of
the
pig
,
for
instance
,
whose
last
outcry
had
now
passed
into
stillness
,
he
had
considered
the
chapter
as
finally
closed
.
Whatever
innocent
mirth
the
holidays
might
hold
in
store
for
Edward
,
that
particular
pig
,
at
least
,
would
not
be
a
contributor
.
And
now
he
was
given
to
understand
that
the
situation
had
not
materially
changed
!
He
would
have
to
revise
his
ideas
,
it
seemed
.
Sitting
up
on
end
,
he
looked
towards
the
garden
for
assistance
in
the
task
.
Thence
,
even
as
he
gazed
,
a
tiny
column
of
smoke
rose
straight
up
into
the
still
air
.
The
gardener
had
been
sweeping
that
afternoon
,
and
now
,
an
unconscious
priest
,
was
offering
his
sacrifice
of
autumn
leaves
to
the
calm
-
eyed
goddess
of
changing
hues
and
chill
forebodings
who
was
moving
slowly
about
the
land
that
golden
afternoon
.
Harold
was
up
and
off
in
a
moment
,
forgetting
Nelson
,
forgetting
the
pig
,
the
mole
,
the
Larkin
betrayal
,
and
Selina
’
s
strange
fever
of
conscience
.
Here
was
fire
,
real
fire
,
to
play
with
,
and
that
was
even
better
than
messing
with
water
,
or
remodelling
the
plastic
surface
of
the
earth
.
Of
all
the
toys
the
world
provides
for
right
-
minded
persons
,
the
original
elements
rank
easily
the
first
.
But
Selina
sat
on
where
she
was
,
her
chin
on
her
fists
;
and
her
fancies
whirled
and
drifted
,
here
and
there
,
in
curls
and
eddies
,
along
with
the
smoke
she
was
watching
.
As
the
quick
-
footed
dusk
of
the
short
October
day
stepped
lightly
over
the
garden
,
little
red
tongues
of
fire
might
be
seen
to
leap
and
vanish
in
the
smoke
.
Harold
,
anon
staggering
under
armfuls
of
leaves
,
anon
stoking
vigorously
,
was
discernible
only
at
fitful
intervals
.
It
was
another
sort
of
smoke
that
the
inner
eye
of
Selina
was
looking
upon
,
—
a
smoke
that
hung
in
sullen
banks
round
the
masts
and
the
hulls
of
the
fighting
ships
;
a
smoke
from
beneath
which
came
thunder
and
the
crash
and
the
splinter
-
rip
,
the
shout
of
the
boarding
party
,
the
choking
sob
of
the
gunner
stretched
by
his
gun
;
a
smoke
from
out
of
which
at
last
she
saw
,
as
through
a
riven
pall
,
the
radiant
spirit
of
the
Victor
,
crowned
with
the
coronal
of
a
perfect
death
,
leap
in
full
assurance
up
into
the
ether
that
Immortals
breathe
.
The
dusk
was
glooming
towards
darkness
when
she
rose
and
moved
slowly
down
towards
the
beckoning
fire
;
something
of
the
priestess
in
her
stride
,
something
of
the
devotee
in
the
set
purpose
of
her
eye
.
