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However
,
it
was
no
business
of
mine
.
If
grievances
were
the
question
,
I
hadn
’
t
a
leg
to
stand
upon
.
Though
my
catapults
were
officially
confiscated
,
I
knew
the
drawer
in
which
they
were
incarcerated
,
and
where
the
key
of
it
was
hidden
,
and
I
could
make
life
a
burden
,
if
I
chose
,
to
every
living
thing
within
a
square
-
mile
radius
,
so
long
as
the
catapult
was
restored
to
its
drawer
in
due
and
decent
time
.
But
I
wondered
how
the
others
were
taking
it
.
The
edict
hit
them
more
severely
.
They
should
have
my
moral
countenance
at
any
rate
,
if
not
more
,
in
any
protest
or
countermine
they
might
be
planning
.
And
,
indeed
,
something
seemed
possible
,
from
the
dogged
,
sullen
air
with
which
the
two
of
them
had
trotted
off
in
the
direction
of
the
raspberry
-
canes
.
Certain
spots
always
had
their
insensible
attraction
for
certain
moods
.
In
love
,
one
sought
the
orchard
.
Weary
of
discipline
,
sick
of
convention
,
impassioned
for
the
road
,
the
mining
camp
,
the
land
across
the
border
,
one
made
for
the
big
meadow
.
Mutinous
,
sulky
,
charged
with
plots
and
conspiracies
,
one
always
got
behind
the
shelter
of
the
raspberry
-
canes
.
“
You
can
come
too
if
you
like
,
”
said
Harold
,
in
a
subdued
sort
of
way
,
as
soon
as
he
was
aware
that
I
was
sitting
up
in
bed
watching
him
.
“
We
didn
’
t
think
you
’
d
care
,
’
cos
you
’
ve
got
to
catapults
.
But
we
’
re
goin
’
to
do
what
we
’
ve
settled
to
do
,
so
it
’
s
no
good
sayin
’
we
hadn
’
t
ought
and
that
sort
of
thing
,
’
cos
we
’
re
goin
’
to
!
”
The
day
had
passed
in
an
ominous
peacefulness
.
Charlotte
and
Harold
had
kept
out
of
my
way
,
as
well
as
out
of
everybody
else
’
s
,
in
a
purposeful
manner
that
ought
to
have
bred
suspicion
.
In
the
evening
we
had
read
books
,
or
fitfully
drawn
ships
and
battles
on
fly
-
leaves
,
apart
,
in
separate
corners
,
void
of
conversation
or
criticism
,
oppressed
by
the
lowering
tidiness
of
the
universe
,
till
bedtime
came
,
and
disrobement
,
and
prayers
even
more
mechanical
than
usual
,
and
lastly
bed
itself
without
so
much
as
a
giraffe
under
the
pillow
.
Harold
had
grunted
himself
between
the
sheets
with
an
ostentatious
pretence
of
overpowering
fatigue
;
but
I
noticed
that
he
pulled
his
pillow
forward
and
propped
his
head
against
the
brass
bars
of
his
crib
,
and
,
as
I
was
acquainted
with
most
of
his
tricks
and
subterfuges
,
it
was
easy
for
me
to
gather
that
a
painful
wakefulness
was
his
aim
that
night
.
I
had
dozed
off
,
however
,
and
Harold
was
out
and
on
his
feet
,
poking
under
the
bed
for
his
shoes
,
when
I
sat
up
and
grimly
regarded
him
.
Just
as
he
said
I
could
come
if
I
liked
,
Charlotte
slipped
in
,
her
face
rigid
and
set
.
And
then
it
was
borne
in
upon
me
that
I
was
not
on
in
this
scene
.
These
youngsters
had
planned
it
all
out
,
the
piece
was
their
own
,
and
the
mounting
,
and
the
cast
.
My
sceptre
had
fallen
,
my
rule
had
ceased
.
In
this
magic
hour
of
the
summer
night
laws
went
for
nothing
,
codes
were
cancelled
,
and
those
who
were
most
in
touch
with
the
moonlight
and
the
warm
June
spirit
and
the
topsy
-
turvydom
that
reigns
when
the
clock
strikes
ten
,
were
the
true
lords
and
lawmakers
.
Humbly
,
almost
timidly
,
I
followed
without
a
protest
in
the
wake
of
these
two
remorseless
,
purposeful
young
persons
,
who
were
marching
straight
for
the
schoolroom
.
Here
in
the
moonlight
the
grim
big
box
stood
visible
—
the
box
in
which
so
large
a
portion
of
our
past
and
our
personality
lay
entombed
,
cold
,
swathed
in
paper
,
awaiting
the
carrier
of
the
morning
who
should
speed
them
forth
to
the
strange
,
cold
,
distant
Children
’
s
Hospital
,
where
their
little
failings
would
all
be
misunderstood
and
no
one
would
make
allowances
.
A
dreamy
spectator
,
I
stood
idly
by
while
Harold
propped
up
the
lid
and
the
two
plunged
in
their
arms
and
probed
and
felt
and
grappled
.
“
Here
’
s
Rosa
,
”
said
Harold
,
suddenly
.
“
I
know
the
feel
of
her
hair
.
Will
you
have
Rosa
out
?
”
