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But
for
herself
she
had
done
nothing
wrong
;
she
had
loved
Septimus
;
she
had
been
happy
;
she
had
had
a
beautiful
home
,
and
there
her
sisters
lived
still
,
making
hats
.
Why
should
SHE
suffer
?
The
child
ran
straight
back
to
its
nurse
,
and
Rezia
saw
her
scolded
,
comforted
,
taken
up
by
the
nurse
who
put
down
her
knitting
,
and
the
kind-looking
man
gave
her
his
watch
to
blow
open
to
comfort
her
--
but
why
should
SHE
be
exposed
?
Why
not
left
in
Milan
?
Why
tortured
?
Why
?
Slightly
waved
by
tears
the
broad
path
,
the
nurse
,
the
man
in
grey
,
the
perambulator
,
rose
and
fell
before
her
eyes
.
To
be
rocked
by
this
malignant
torturer
was
her
lot
.
But
why
?
She
was
like
a
bird
sheltering
under
the
thin
hollow
of
a
leaf
,
who
blinks
at
the
sun
when
the
leaf
moves
;
starts
at
the
crack
of
a
dry
twig
.
She
was
exposed
;
she
was
surrounded
by
the
enormous
trees
,
vast
clouds
of
an
indifferent
world
,
exposed
;
tortured
;
and
why
should
she
suffer
?
Why
?
She
frowned
;
she
stamped
her
foot
.
She
must
go
back
again
to
Septimus
since
it
was
almost
time
for
them
to
be
going
to
Sir
William
Bradshaw
.
She
must
go
back
and
tell
him
,
go
back
to
him
sitting
there
on
the
green
chair
under
the
tree
,
talking
to
himself
,
or
to
that
dead
man
Evans
,
whom
she
had
only
seen
once
for
a
moment
in
the
shop
.
He
had
seemed
a
nice
quiet
man
;
a
great
friend
of
Septimus
's
,
and
he
had
been
killed
in
the
War
.
But
such
things
happen
to
every
one
.
Every
one
has
friends
who
were
killed
in
the
War
.
Every
one
gives
up
something
when
they
marry
.
She
had
given
up
her
home
.
She
had
come
to
live
here
,
in
this
awful
city
.
But
Septimus
let
himself
think
about
horrible
things
,
as
she
could
too
,
if
she
tried
.
He
had
grown
stranger
and
stranger
.
He
said
people
were
talking
behind
the
bedroom
walls
.
Mrs.
Filmer
thought
it
odd
.
He
saw
things
too
--
he
had
seen
an
old
woman
's
head
in
the
middle
of
a
fern
.
Yet
he
could
be
happy
when
he
chose
.
They
went
to
Hampton
Court
on
top
of
a
bus
,
and
they
were
perfectly
happy
.
All
the
little
red
and
yellow
flowers
were
out
on
the
grass
,
like
floating
lamps
he
said
,
and
talked
and
chattered
and
laughed
,
making
up
stories
.
Suddenly
he
said
,
"
Now
we
will
kill
ourselves
,
"
when
they
were
standing
by
the
river
,
and
he
looked
at
it
with
a
look
which
she
had
seen
in
his
eyes
when
a
train
went
by
,
or
an
omnibus
--
a
look
as
if
something
fascinated
him
;
and
she
felt
he
was
going
from
her
and
she
caught
him
by
the
arm
.
But
going
home
he
was
perfectly
quiet
--
perfectly
reasonable
.
He
would
argue
with
her
about
killing
themselves
;
and
explain
how
wicked
people
were
;
how
he
could
see
them
making
up
lies
as
they
passed
in
the
street
.
He
knew
all
their
thoughts
,
he
said
;
he
knew
everything
.
He
knew
the
meaning
of
the
world
,
he
said
.
Then
when
they
got
back
he
could
hardly
walk
.
He
lay
on
the
sofa
and
made
her
hold
his
hand
to
prevent
him
from
falling
down
,
down
,
he
cried
,
into
the
flames
!
and
saw
faces
laughing
at
him
,
calling
him
horrible
disgusting
names
,
from
the
walls
,
and
hands
pointing
round
the
screen
.
Yet
they
were
quite
alone
.
But
he
began
to
talk
aloud
,
answering
people
,
arguing
,
laughing
,
crying
,
getting
very
excited
and
making
her
write
things
down
.
Perfect
nonsense
it
was
;
about
death
;
about
Miss
Isabel
Pole
.
She
could
stand
it
no
longer
.
She
would
go
back
.
She
was
close
to
him
now
,
could
see
him
staring
at
the
sky
,
muttering
,
clasping
his
hands
.
Yet
Dr.
Holmes
said
there
was
nothing
the
matter
with
him
.
What
then
had
happened
--
why
had
he
gone
,
then
,
why
,
when
she
sat
by
him
,
did
he
start
,
frown
at
her
,
move
away
,
and
point
at
her
hand
,
take
her
hand
,
look
at
it
terrified
?
Was
it
that
she
had
taken
off
her
wedding
ring
?
"
My
hand
has
grown
so
thin
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
have
put
it
in
my
purse
,
"
she
told
him
.
