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He
told
her
to
try
it
on
.
"
But
I
must
look
so
queer
!
"
she
cried
,
running
over
to
the
glass
and
looking
first
this
side
then
that
.
Then
she
snatched
it
off
again
,
for
there
was
a
tap
at
the
door
.
Could
it
be
Sir
William
Bradshaw
?
Had
he
sent
already
?
No
!
it
was
only
the
small
girl
with
the
evening
paper
.
What
always
happened
,
then
happened
--
what
happened
every
night
of
their
lives
.
The
small
girl
sucked
her
thumb
at
the
door
;
Rezia
went
down
on
her
knees
;
Rezia
cooed
and
kissed
;
Rezia
got
a
bag
of
sweets
out
of
the
table
drawer
.
For
so
it
always
happened
.
First
one
thing
,
then
another
.
So
she
built
it
up
,
first
one
thing
and
then
another
.
Dancing
,
skipping
,
round
and
round
the
room
they
went
.
He
took
the
paper
.
Surrey
was
all
out
,
he
read
.
There
was
a
heat
wave
.
Rezia
repeated
:
Surrey
was
all
out
.
There
was
a
heat
wave
,
making
it
part
of
the
game
she
was
playing
with
Mrs.
Filmer
's
grandchild
,
both
of
them
laughing
,
chattering
at
the
same
time
,
at
their
game
.
He
was
very
tired
.
He
was
very
happy
.
He
would
sleep
.
He
shut
his
eyes
.
But
directly
he
saw
nothing
the
sounds
of
the
game
became
fainter
and
stranger
and
sounded
like
the
cries
of
people
seeking
and
not
finding
,
and
passing
further
and
further
away
.
They
had
lost
him
!
He
started
up
in
terror
.
What
did
he
see
?
The
plate
of
bananas
on
the
sideboard
.
Nobody
was
there
(
Rezia
had
taken
the
child
to
its
mother
.
It
was
bedtime
)
.
That
was
it
:
to
be
alone
forever
.
That
was
the
doom
pronounced
in
Milan
when
he
came
into
the
room
and
saw
them
cutting
out
buckram
shapes
with
their
scissors
;
to
be
alone
forever
.
He
was
alone
with
the
sideboard
and
the
bananas
.
He
was
alone
,
exposed
on
this
bleak
eminence
,
stretched
out
--
but
not
on
a
hill-top
;
not
on
a
crag
;
on
Mrs.
Filmer
's
sitting-room
sofa
.
As
for
the
visions
,
the
faces
,
the
voices
of
the
dead
,
where
were
they
?
There
was
a
screen
in
front
of
him
,
with
black
bulrushes
and
blue
swallows
.
Where
he
had
once
seen
mountains
,
where
he
had
seen
faces
,
where
he
had
seen
beauty
,
there
was
a
screen
.
"
Evans
!
"
he
cried
.
There
was
no
answer
.
A
mouse
had
squeaked
,
or
a
curtain
rustled
.
Those
were
the
voices
of
the
dead
.
The
screen
,
the
coalscuttle
,
the
sideboard
remained
to
him
.
Let
him
then
face
the
screen
,
the
coal-scuttle
and
the
sideboard
...
but
Rezia
burst
into
the
room
chattering
.
Some
letter
had
come
.
Everybody
's
plans
were
changed
.
Mrs.
Filmer
would
not
be
able
to
go
to
Brighton
after
all
.
There
was
no
time
to
let
Mrs.
Williams
know
,
and
really
Rezia
thought
it
very
,
very
annoying
,
when
she
caught
sight
of
the
hat
and
thought
...
perhaps
...
she
...
might
just
make
a
little
...
Her
voice
died
out
in
contented
melody
.
