They're bounty--what you get from a girl like Sancie."
All this Ingram took as his due--as due, that is, to a man of passion and
reasonable desires. He fell into a reverie. "Yes, yes, I know. She was
devilish fond of me."
Chevenix gritted his teeth, but Ingram went on. "It was a false position,
I know, and I never ought to have looked at her twice. But she was awfully
queer or awfully deep--one never knew which. Why, when we got thick
together--always meeting out, always reading poetry and philosophy--
Shelley, Dante, Keats (I forget half their names now)--I take my oath I
hadn't a suspicion that she was getting to like me, in that sort of way,
as we call it. She made all the difference in the world to me, I can tell
you. You know what I was doing after Claire bolted with that swine:
killing time and killing myself--that's what I was doing. It was like
going into church out of the sun to hear her at her poetry, and see her.
Oh, a lovely girl she was!"
"She's a lovelier woman than you and I are fit to look at," said Chevenix,
"if you ask me."
"Damn you, I know all about that. D'you think I want telling, now that I
can't get her? Well, then I found out what was the matter with me--and
then we cleared the air.
Pages:
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131
132
133
134
135
136
137
138
139
140
141
142
143