Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 6,432 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg John Galsworthy Works.

‘This is not the same girl,’ he thought, ’that I sent away five days ago.  She has lost something, gained something.  I don’t know her.’

There seemed such a stubborn purpose in her face and manner.  It was like the look in a dog’s eyes that says:  ’Master, you thought to shut me up away from you; I know now what that is like.  Do what you will, I mean in future to be near you.’

This look, by its simplicity, frightened one to whom the primitive was strange.  Desiring to free himself of his companion, yet not knowing how, Hilary sat down in Kensington Gardens on the first bench they came to.  The little model sat down beside him.  The quiet siege laid to him by this girl was quite uncanny.  It was as though someone were binding him with toy threads, swelling slowly into rope before his eyes.  In this fear of Hilary’s there was at first much irritation.  His fastidiousness and sense of the ridiculous were roused.  What did this little creature with whom he had no thoughts and no ideas in common, whose spirit and his could never hope to meet, think that she could get from him?  Was she trying to weave a spell over him too, with her mute, stubborn adoration?  Was she trying to change his protective weakness for her to another sort of weakness?  He turned and looked; she dropped her eyes at once, and sat still as a stone figure.

As in her spirit, so in her body, she was different; her limbs looked freer, rounder; her breath seemed stirring her more deeply; like a flower of early June she was opening before his very eyes.  This, though it gave him pleasure, also added to his fear.  The strange silence, in its utter naturalness—­for what could he talk about with her?—­brought home to him more vividly than anything before, the barriers of class.  All he thought of was how not to be ridiculous!  She was inviting him in some strange, unconscious, subtle way to treat her as a woman, as though in spirit she had linked her round young arms about his neck, and through her half-closed lips were whispering the eternal call of sex to sex.  And he, a middle-aged and cultivated man, conscious of everything, could not even speak for fear of breaking through his shell of delicacy.  He hardly breathed, disturbed to his very depths by the young figure sitting by his side, and by the dread of showing that disturbance.

Beside the cultivated plant the self-sown poppy rears itself; round the stem of a smooth tree the honeysuckle twines; to a trim wall the ivy clings.

In her new-found form and purpose this girl had gained a strange, still power; she no longer felt it mattered whether he spoke or looked at her; her instinct, piercing through his shell, was certain of the throbbing of his pulses, the sweet poison in his blood.

The perception of this still power, more than all else, brought fear to Hilary.  He need not speak; she would not care!  He need not even look at her; she had but to sit there silent, motionless, with the breath of youth coming through her parted lips, and the light of youth stealing through her half-closed eyes.

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