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It was unthinkable that anybody could be a traitor not only to his own country but to all the human race. He felt incredulous. It couldn't be true! But it obviously was. The radio made noises. Lockley turned it in another direction. There was music. Jill's face worked. She struggled not to show how she felt. The radio said, "Special news bulletin! Special news bulletin!
He was hoping that she had sent him some message; she would surely desire to be remembered to him. When I repeated Jill's abrupt little speech his face cleared, and he looked quite bright. 'There is Mrs. Barton looking out for you: I must not keep you at the gate talking, he said cheerfully.
Jill's German books were heaped up beside her empty cup and the glass dish that contained marmalade; the kettle spluttered and hissed in the blaze; Jill's little black kitten, Sooty, was dragging a half-knitted stocking across the rug. 'I forgot to ring for Martha, faltered Jill; 'she will come presently. Don't be cross, Ursula.
And the general in command of the cordon? More than that, why did they call his name instead of simply trying to kill him? Why post watchers on the hillsides if they were anxious to explain and not to murder? How could they hope to deceive him after Jill.... There was a pause, and then what was evidently considered a decisive message came. It was Jill's voice, weary and desperate.
They could have given us the full treatment if they'd wanted to. Why didn't they?" "If people run away from the towns," said Jill's voice, very tired and sleepy, "maybe they think that's enough. They can take the towns...." Lockley did not answer, and Jill said no more. Her breathing became deep and regular. She was so weary that even hunger could not keep her awake. Lockley tried to think.
Three nights before Mavis left Durley Road, she was awakened by the noise of Jill's subdued growling. Thinking she heard someone outside her room, she went stealthily to the door; she opened it quickly, to find Mrs Gowler on hands and knees before her box, which she was trying to open with a bunch of keys. "What are you doing?" asked Mavis.
Indeed, he detained me for some minutes in the road, trying to extract particulars about the wedding. 'Miss Jocelyn is to be bridesmaid, then? describing a circle with his stick in the dust. 'Yes. Poor Sara is afraid that she will be quite overshadowed by Jill's bigness; she has made her promise not to stand quite close. They have got a match for her.
'By the bye, I am quite sure that Colonel Ferguson intends to be my brother-in-law: he is always here in the evening, and yesterday he sent Sara such a magnificent bouquet. Jill's chatty letters were always amusing.
He did not need Jill's anxious "Now, hurry, Jack," the next morning to start him off in all haste for the Holly farmhouse. A dozen rods from the driveway he met Perry Larson and stopped him abruptly. "Good morning, Larson; I hope this isn't true what I hear that David is very ill."
She darted to the mantelpiece and replaced the photograph. She felt like some heroine of a fairy-story meddling with the contents of the giant's castle. Soon there would come the sound of a great footstep, thud thud . . . Thud. Jill's heart gave another leap. She was perfectly sure she had heard a sound. It had been just like the banging of a door.
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