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'
The
heat
is
going
,
'
said
Bernard
,
'
from
the
Jungle
.
The
leaves
flap
black
wings
over
us
.
Miss
Curry
has
blown
her
whistle
on
the
terrace
.
We
must
creep
out
from
the
awning
of
the
currant
leaves
and
stand
upright
.
There
are
twigs
in
your
hair
,
Jinny
.
There
is
a
green
caterpillar
on
your
neck
.
We
must
form
,
two
by
two
.
Miss
Curry
is
taking
us
for
a
brisk
walk
,
while
Miss
Hudson
sits
at
her
desk
settling
her
accounts
.
'
'
It
is
dull
,
'
said
Jinny
,
'
walking
along
the
high
road
with
no
windows
to
look
at
,
with
no
bleared
eyes
of
blue
glass
let
into
the
pavement
.
'
'
We
must
form
into
pairs
,
'
said
Susan
,
'
and
walk
in
order
,
not
shuffling
our
feet
,
not
lagging
,
with
Louis
going
first
to
lead
us
,
because
Louis
is
alert
and
not
a
wool-gatherer
.
'
'S
ince
I
am
supposed
,
'
said
Neville
,
'
to
be
too
delicate
to
go
with
them
,
since
I
get
so
easily
tired
and
then
am
sick
,
I
will
use
this
hour
of
solitude
,
this
reprieve
from
conversation
,
to
coast
round
the
purlieus
of
the
house
and
recover
,
if
I
can
,
by
standing
on
the
same
stair
half-way
up
the
landing
,
what
I
felt
when
I
heard
about
the
dead
man
through
the
swing-door
last
night
when
cook
was
shoving
in
and
out
the
dampers
.
He
was
found
with
his
throat
cut
.
The
apple-tree
leaves
became
fixed
in
the
sky
;
the
moon
glared
;
I
was
unable
to
lift
my
foot
up
the
stair
.
He
was
found
in
the
gutter
.
His
blood
gurgled
down
the
gutter
.
His
jowl
was
white
as
a
dead
codfish
.
I
shall
call
this
stricture
,
this
rigidity
,
"
death
among
the
apple
trees
"
for
ever
.
There
were
the
floating
,
pale-grey
clouds
;
and
the
immitigable
tree
;
the
implacable
tree
with
its
greaved
silver
bark
.
The
ripple
of
my
life
was
unavailing
.
I
was
unable
to
pass
by
.
There
was
an
obstacle
.
"
I
can
not
surmount
this
unintelligible
obstacle
,
"
I
said
.
And
the
others
passed
on
.
But
we
are
doomed
,
all
of
us
,
by
the
apple
trees
,
by
the
immitigable
tree
which
we
can
not
pass
.
'N
ow
the
stricture
and
rigidity
are
over
;
and
I
will
continue
to
make
my
survey
of
the
purlieus
of
the
house
in
the
late
afternoon
,
in
the
sunset
,
when
the
sun
makes
oleaginous
spots
on
the
linoleum
,
and
a
crack
of
light
kneels
on
the
wall
,
making
the
chair
legs
look
broken
.
'
'
I
saw
Florrie
in
the
kitchen
garden
,
'
said
Susan
,
'
as
we
came
back
from
our
walk
,
with
the
washing
blown
out
round
her
,
the
pyjamas
,
the
drawers
,
the
night-gowns
blown
tight
.
And
Ernest
kissed
her
.
He
was
in
his
green
baize
apron
,
cleaning
silver
;
and
his
mouth
was
sucked
like
a
purse
in
wrinkles
and
he
seized
her
with
the
pyjamas
blown
out
hard
between
them
.
He
was
blind
as
a
bull
,
and
she
swooned
in
anguish
,
only
little
veins
streaking
her
white
cheeks
red
.
Now
though
they
pass
plates
of
bread
and
butter
and
cups
of
milk
at
tea-time
I
see
a
crack
in
the
earth
and
hot
steam
hisses
up
;
and
the
urn
roars
as
Ernest
roared
,
and
I
am
blown
out
hard
like
the
pyjamas
,
even
while
my
teeth
meet
in
the
soft
bread
and
butter
,
and
I
lap
the
sweet
milk
.
I
am
not
afraid
of
heat
,
nor
of
the
frozen
winter
.
Rhoda
dreams
,
sucking
a
crust
soaked
in
milk
;
Louis
regards
the
wall
opposite
with
snail-green
eyes
;
Bernard
moulds
his
bread
into
pellets
and
calls
them
"
people
"
.
Neville
with
his
clean
and
decisive
ways
has
finished
.
He
has
rolled
his
napkin
and
slipped
it
through
the
silver
ring
.
Jinny
spins
her
fingers
on
the
table-cloth
,
as
if
they
were
dancing
in
the
sunshine
,
pirouetting
.
But
I
am
not
afraid
of
the
heat
or
of
the
frozen
winter
.
'
'N
ow
,
'
said
Louis
,
'
we
all
rise
;
we
all
stand
up
.
Miss
Curry
spreads
wide
the
black
book
on
the
harmonium
.
It
is
difficult
not
to
weep
as
we
sing
,
as
we
pray
that
God
may
keep
us
safe
while
we
sleep
,
calling
ourselves
little
children
.
When
we
are
sad
and
trembling
with
apprehension
it
is
sweet
to
sing
together
,
leaning
slightly
,
I
towards
Susan
,
Susan
towards
Bernard
,
clasping
hands
,
afraid
of
much
,
I
of
my
accent
,
Rhoda
of
figures
;
yet
resolute
to
conquer
.
'
'
We
troop
upstairs
like
ponies
,
'
said
Bernard
,
's
tamping
,
clattering
one
behind
another
to
take
our
turns
in
the
bathroom
.
We
buffet
,
we
tussle
,
we
spring
up
and
down
on
the
hard
,
white
beds
.
My
turn
has
come
.
I
come
now
.
