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'
He
has
red
ears
,
'
said
Louis
,
'
and
the
smell
of
meat
hangs
down
in
a
damp
net
while
the
city
clerks
take
snacks
at
the
lunch
bar
.
'
'
With
infinite
time
before
us
,
'
said
Neville
,
'
we
ask
what
shall
we
do
?
Shall
we
loiter
down
Bond
Street
,
looking
here
and
there
,
and
buying
perhaps
a
fountain-pen
because
it
is
green
,
or
asking
how
much
is
the
ring
with
the
blue
stone
?
Or
shall
we
sit
indoors
and
watch
the
coals
turn
crimson
?
Shall
we
stretch
our
hands
for
books
and
read
here
a
passage
and
there
a
passage
?
Shall
we
shout
with
laughter
for
no
reason
?
Shall
we
push
through
flowering
meadows
and
make
daisy
chains
?
Shall
we
find
out
when
the
next
train
starts
for
the
Hebrides
and
engage
a
reserved
compartment
?
All
is
to
come
.
'
'
For
you
,
'
said
Bernard
,
'
but
yesterday
I
walked
bang
into
a
pillar-box
.
Yesterday
I
became
engaged
.
'
'
How
strange
,
'
said
Susan
,
'
the
little
heaps
of
sugar
look
by
the
side
of
our
plates
.
Also
the
mottled
peelings
of
pears
,
and
the
plush
rims
to
the
looking-glasses
.
I
had
not
seen
them
before
.
Everything
is
now
set
;
everything
is
fixed
.
Bernard
is
engaged
.
Something
irrevocable
has
happened
.
A
circle
has
been
cast
on
the
waters
;
a
chain
is
imposed
.
We
shall
never
flow
freely
again
.
'
'
For
one
moment
only
,
'
said
Louis
.
'
Before
the
chain
breaks
,
before
disorder
returns
,
see
us
fixed
,
see
us
displayed
,
see
us
held
in
a
vice
.
'
But
now
the
circle
breaks
.
Now
the
current
flows
.
Now
we
rush
faster
than
before
.
Now
passions
that
lay
in
wait
down
there
in
the
dark
weeds
which
grow
at
the
bottom
rise
and
pound
us
with
their
waves
.
Pain
and
jealousy
,
envy
and
desire
,
and
something
deeper
than
they
are
,
stronger
than
love
and
more
subterranean
.
The
voice
of
action
speaks
.
Listen
,
Rhoda
(
for
we
are
conspirators
,
with
our
hands
on
the
cold
urn
)
,
to
the
casual
,
quick
,
exciting
voice
of
action
,
of
hounds
running
on
the
scent
.
They
speak
now
without
troubling
to
finish
their
sentences
.
They
talk
a
little
language
such
as
lovers
use
.
An
imperious
brute
possesses
them
.
The
nerves
thrill
in
their
thighs
.
Their
hearts
pound
and
churn
in
their
sides
.
Susan
screws
her
pocket-handkerchief
.
Jinny
's
eyes
dance
with
fire
.
'
'
They
are
immune
,
'
said
Rhoda
,
'
from
picking
fingers
and
searching
eyes
.
How
easily
they
turn
and
glance
;
what
poses
they
take
of
energy
and
pride
!
What
life
shines
in
Jinny
's
eyes
;
how
fell
,
how
entire
Susan
's
glance
is
,
searching
for
insects
at
the
roots
!
Their
hair
shines
lustrous
.
Their
eyes
burn
like
the
eyes
of
animals
brushing
through
leaves
on
the
scent
of
the
prey
.
The
circle
is
destroyed
.
We
are
thrown
asunder
.
'
'
But
soon
,
too
soon
,
'
said
Bernard
,
'
this
egotistic
exultation
fails
.
Too
soon
the
moment
of
ravenous
identity
is
over
,
and
the
appetite
for
happiness
,
and
happiness
,
and
still
more
happiness
is
glutted
.
The
stone
is
sunk
;
the
moment
is
over
.
Round
me
there
spreads
a
wide
margin
of
indifference
.
Now
open
in
my
eyes
a
thousand
eyes
of
curiosity
.
Anyone
now
is
at
liberty
to
murder
Bernard
,
who
is
engaged
to
be
married
,
so
long
as
they
leave
untouched
this
margin
of
unknown
territory
,
this
forest
of
the
unknown
world
.
