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The

leaf

danced

in

the

hedge

without

anyone

to

blow

it

,

'

said

Jinny

.

'

In

the

sun-baked

corner

,

'

said

Louis

,

'

the

petals

swam

on

depths

of

green

.

'

'

At

Elvedon

the

gardeners

swept

and

swept

with

their

great

brooms

,

and

the

woman

sat

at

a

table

writing

,

'

said

Bernard

.

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'

From

these

close-furled

balls

of

string

we

draw

now

every

filament

,

'

said

Louis

,

're

membering

,

when

we

meet

.

'

'

And

then

,

'

said

Bernard

,

'

the

cab

came

to

the

door

,

and

,

pressing

our

new

bowler

hats

tightly

over

our

eyes

to

hide

our

unmanly

tears

,

we

drove

through

streets

in

which

even

the

housemaids

looked

at

us

,

and

our

names

painted

in

white

letters

on

our

boxes

proclaimed

to

all

the

world

that

we

were

going

to

school

with

the

regulation

number

of

socks

and

drawers

,

on

which

our

mothers

for

some

nights

previously

had

stitched

our

initials

,

in

our

boxes

.

A

second

severance

from

the

body

of

our

mother

.

'

'

And

Miss

Lambert

,

Miss

Cutting

and

Miss

Bard

,

'

said

Jinny

,

'm

onumental

ladies

,

white-ruffed

,

stone-coloured

,

enigmatic

,

with

amethyst

rings

moving

like

virginal

tapers

,

dim

glow-worms

over

the

pages

of

French

,

geography

and

arithmetic

,

presided

;

and

there

were

maps

,

green-baize

boards

,

and

rows

of

shoes

on

a

shelf

.

'

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'

Bells

rang

punctually

,

'

said

Susan

,

'm

aids

scuffled

and

giggled

.

There

was

a

drawing

in

of

chairs

and

a

drawing

out

of

chairs

on

the

linoleum

.

But

from

one

attic

there

was

a

blue

view

,

a

distant

view

of

a

field

unstained

by

the

corruption

of

this

regimented

,

unreal

existence

.

'

'D

own

from

our

heads

veils

fell

,

'

said

Rhoda

.

'

We

clasped

the

flowers

with

their

green

leaves

rustling

in

garlands

.

'

'

We

changed

,

we

became

unrecognizable

,

'

said

Louis

.

'

Exposed

to

all

these

different

lights

,

what

we

had

in

us

(

for

we

are

all

so

different

)

came

intermittently

,

in

violent

patches

,

spaced

by

blank

voids

,

to

the

surface

as

if

some

acid

had

dropped

unequally

on

the

plate

.

I

was

this

,

Neville

that

,

Rhoda

different

again

,

and

Bernard

too

.

'

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