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.

Ossian poked his long nose into her calf, and that gave her a little comfort.  She passed, perforce, away from the deserted house and returned home; but all manner of frightened thoughts beset her.  Where had he gone?  Why had he gone?  Why had he not let her know?  Doubts—­those hasty attendants on passion—­came thronging, and scepticism ran riot.  What did she know of his life, of his interests, of him, except that he said he loved her?  Where had he gone?  To Widrington, to some smart house-party, or even back to Scotland?  The jealous feelings that had so besieged her at the bungalow when his letters ceased came again now with redoubled force.  There must be some woman who, before their love began, had claim on him, or some girl that he admired.  He never told her of any such—­of course, he would not!  She was amazed and hurt by her capacity for jealousy.  She had always thought she would be too proud to feel jealousy—­a sensation so dark and wretched and undignified, but—­alas!—­so horribly real and clinging.

She had said she was not dining at home; so Winton had gone to his club, and she was obliged to partake of a little trumped-up lonely meal.  She went up to her room after it, but there came on her such restlessness that presently she put on her things and slipped out.  She went past St. James’s Church into Piccadilly, to the further, crowded side, and began to walk toward the park.  This was foolish; but to do a foolish thing was some relief, and she went along with a faint smile, mocking her own recklessness.  Several women of the town—­ships of night with sails set—­came rounding out of side streets or down the main stream, with their skilled, rapid-seeming slowness.  And at the discomfited, half-hostile stares on their rouged and powdered faces, Gyp felt a wicked glee.  She was disturbing, hurting them—­and she wanted to hurt.

Presently, a man, in evening dress, with overcoat thrown open, gazed pointblank into her face, and, raising his hat, ranged up beside her.  She walked straight on, still with that half-smile, knowing him puzzled and fearfully attracted.  Then an insensate wish to stab him to the heart made her turn her head and look at him.  At the expression on her face, he wilted away from her, and again she felt that wicked glee at having hurt him.

She crossed out into the traffic, to the park side, and turned back toward St. James’s; and now she was possessed by profound, black sadness.  If only her lover were beside her that beautiful evening, among the lights and shadows of the trees, in the warm air!  Why was he not among these passers-by?  She who could bring any casual man to her side by a smile could not conjure up the only one she wanted from this great desert of a town!  She hurried along, to get in and hide her longing.  But at the corner of St. James’s Street, she stopped.  That was his club, nearly opposite.  Perhaps he was there, playing cards or billiards, a few yards

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