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'
I
saw
you
go
,
'
said
Bernard
.
'
As
you
passed
the
door
of
the
tool-house
I
heard
you
cry
"
I
am
unhappy
.
"
I
put
down
my
knife
.
I
was
making
boats
out
of
firewood
with
Neville
.
And
my
hair
is
untidy
,
because
when
Mrs
Constable
told
me
to
brush
it
there
was
a
fly
in
a
web
,
and
I
asked
,
"
Shall
I
free
the
fly
?
Shall
I
let
the
fly
be
eaten
?
"
So
I
am
late
always
.
My
hair
is
unbrushed
and
these
chips
of
wood
stick
in
it
.
When
I
heard
you
cry
I
followed
you
,
and
saw
you
put
down
your
handkerchief
,
screwed
up
,
with
its
rage
,
with
its
hate
,
knotted
in
it
.
But
soon
that
will
cease
.
Our
bodies
are
close
now
.
You
hear
me
breathe
.
You
see
the
beetle
too
carrying
off
a
leaf
on
its
back
.
It
runs
this
way
,
then
that
way
,
so
that
even
your
desire
while
you
watch
the
beetle
,
to
possess
one
single
thing
(
it
is
Louis
now
)
must
waver
,
like
the
light
in
and
out
of
the
beech
leaves
;
and
then
words
,
moving
darkly
,
in
the
depths
of
your
mind
will
break
up
this
knot
of
hardness
,
screwed
in
your
pocket-handkerchief
.
'
'
I
love
,
'
said
Susan
,
'
and
I
hate
.
I
desire
one
thing
only
.
My
eyes
are
hard
.
Jinny
's
eyes
break
into
a
thousand
lights
.
Rhoda
's
are
like
those
pale
flowers
to
which
moths
come
in
the
evening
.
Yours
grow
full
and
brim
and
never
break
.
But
I
am
already
set
on
my
pursuit
.
I
see
insects
in
the
grass
.
Though
my
mother
still
knits
white
socks
for
me
and
hems
pinafores
and
I
am
a
child
,
I
love
and
I
hate
.
'
'
But
when
we
sit
together
,
close
,
'
said
Bernard
,
'
we
melt
into
each
other
with
phrases
.
We
are
edged
with
mist
.
We
make
an
unsubstantial
territory
.
'
'
I
see
the
beetle
,
'
said
Susan
.
'
It
is
black
,
I
see
;
it
is
green
,
I
see
;
I
am
tied
down
with
single
words
.
But
you
wander
off
;
you
slip
away
;
you
rise
up
higher
,
with
words
and
words
in
phrases
.
'
'N
ow
,
'
said
Bernard
,
'
let
us
explore
.
There
is
the
white
house
lying
among
the
trees
.
It
lies
down
there
ever
so
far
beneath
us
.
We
shall
sink
like
swimmers
just
touching
the
ground
with
the
tips
of
their
toes
.
We
shall
sink
through
the
green
air
of
the
leaves
,
Susan
.
We
sink
as
we
run
.
The
waves
close
over
us
,
the
beech
leaves
meet
above
our
heads
.
There
is
the
stable
clock
with
its
gilt
hands
shining
.
Those
are
the
flats
and
heights
of
the
roofs
of
the
great
house
.
There
is
the
stable-boy
clattering
in
the
yard
in
rubber
boots
.
That
is
Elvedon
.
'N
ow
we
have
fallen
through
the
tree-tops
to
the
earth
.
The
air
no
longer
rolls
its
long
,
unhappy
,
purple
waves
over
us
.
We
touch
earth
;
we
tread
ground
.
That
is
the
close-clipped
hedge
of
the
ladies
'
garden
.
There
they
walk
at
noon
,
with
scissors
,
clipping
roses
.
Now
we
are
in
the
ringed
wood
with
the
wall
round
it
.
This
is
Elvedon
.
I
have
seen
signposts
at
the
cross-roads
with
one
arm
pointing
"
To
Elvedon
"
.
No
one
has
been
there
.
The
ferns
smell
very
strong
,
and
there
are
red
funguses
growing
beneath
them
.
Now
we
wake
the
sleeping
daws
who
have
never
seen
a
human
form
;
now
we
tread
on
rotten
oak
apples
,
red
with
age
and
slippery
.
There
is
a
ring
of
wall
round
this
wood
;
nobody
comes
here
.
Listen
!
That
is
the
flop
of
a
giant
toad
in
the
undergrowth
;
that
is
the
patter
of
some
primeval
fir-cone
falling
to
rot
among
the
ferns
.
'
Put
your
foot
on
this
brick
.
Look
over
the
wall
.
That
is
Elvedon
.
The
lady
sits
between
the
two
long
windows
,
writing
.
The
gardeners
sweep
the
lawn
with
giant
brooms
.
We
are
the
first
to
come
here
.
We
are
the
discoverers
of
an
unknown
land
.
Do
not
stir
;
if
the
gardeners
saw
us
they
would
shoot
us
.
We
should
be
nailed
like
stoats
to
the
stable
door
.
Look
!
Do
not
move
.
Grasp
the
ferns
tight
on
the
top
of
the
wall
.
'
