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Updated: May 10, 2025
"I'm going for a walk," said Anonyma. "I am sick of sitting here and hearing you two old fogies argue about the War. If War is bad art, it is vulgar to refer to it." I know exactly what Mr. Russell was going to say. He had a vague culinary metaphor in his mind. I hate the Germans because they are underdone, they are red meat.
The young staff officer was so elated by the apparently flattering selection of the fair anonyma that he never considered the idea of possible foul play. It was evident that Major Hawke had not noticed the little by-play which was the delightful undercurrent of the table d'hotel dinner. There was no time lost in the preliminaries of the card duel.
When Kew finally disentangled himself from the company of this jolly creature, it was very late. But the voice of Anonyma arrested him on his way to bed. Her face, with a corn-coloured plait on each side of it, looked at him cautiously from a dark doorway. "Kew," said Anonyma, "I won't stand it. We must be rescued." "Nobody can remove her now without also removing Russ and Christina," said Kew.
He had lived isolated from the world, and imagined that being alone he was unassailable; and now all at once he felt himself under the pressure of a hideous collective force. How was he to combat that horrible anonyma, the law?
"I must keep even cooler than this," thought Anonyma. "I must try and catch the spy." She walked across some waste land sown with memories of picnics, and reached the main road. The man crossed the waste land behind her. He tried in a futile way to look as if he were not doing so. On the main road, Anonyma turned and waited for him.
"This is where I was bringing you," said Anonyma, as their eyes fell simultaneously on the label over the door: "Sussex County Police." "It seems to me that honours are easy," she added after a pause. "Don't you see what has happened?" The stranger thought for a moment with a look of dawning relief on his pink face. "But you couldn't have made up all those dreadful opinions," he said.
He isn't particularly romantic. I have seen him in a poor light; I have watched him in a most undignified temper; I have known him when he wanted a shave. I don't exist in this World of mine. I am just a column of thin air, watching with my soul." "Then you're really telling lies to Anonyma when you write about it all? I'm not reproaching you of course, I only want to get my mind clear."
So it was all right, and we ate our hard-boiled eggs on the scene of the incident. "I remember " said Mr. Russell. "That letter," said Anonyma, "ought to help us a bit." She was quite bright, because Kew had conveyed to her the hope that the plot for the rescue of the Family was doing well.
Anonyma always came home from her Work with what she called "word-vignettes" in her notebook. She gave her Family the benefit of these during the rest of the week, besides fitting them into her books.
The face at once became obviously German in her eyes. It was broader about the chin than about the forehead, it was pink, the architecture of the nose was painfully un-English. She scanned the sea for the periscope of a submarine. Anonyma remembered that she had written in her notebook, a day or two before, an intimate description of the coast as seen from the Ring.
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