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Updated: May 4, 2025
She wished she knew Greek; the patterns the sounds made were so hard and still. And there were bits of patterns, snapt off, throbbing wounds of sound that couldn't heal. Lines out of Mark's Homer. Mark's Greek books had been taken from her five years ago, when Rodney went to Chelmsted. And they had come back with Rodney this Easter.
You knew that you would be killed if Mark didn't catch you, but you had faith that he would catch you; and he always did. Mark and Dan were going to school at Chelmsted on the thirteenth of September, and it was the last week in August now. Mark and Mamma were always looking for each other. Mamma would come running up to the schoolroom and say, "Where's Mark?
It was Mr. Parish's high hat. When he put the black top on his wagonette it looked like a hearse. They started up Ley Street towards Mr. Spall's cottage. Jenny said, "I thought you was going to be such a good girl when Master Roddy went to school. But I declare if you're not twice as tiresome." Roddy had gone to Chelmsted after midsummer.
When Mark went to Chelmsted that autumn he left her his brown Greek Accidence and Smith's Classical Dictionary, besides Macaulay's Lays of Ancient Rome. She taught herself Greek in the hour after breakfast before Miss Sippett came to give her her music lesson. She was always careful to leave the Accidence open where Miss Sippett could see it and realise that she was not a stupid little girl.
"Mamma Mamma I can't bear it. I can't live without Mark. And Dan." Mamma sat down and took her in her arms and rocked her, rocked her without a word, soothing her own grief. Papa found them like that when he came back from Chelmsted. He stood in the doorway looking at them for a moment, then slunk out of the room as if he were ashamed of himself.
Roddy pushed his piece away; and Mark began to eat his, suddenly, bowing over it with an affectation of enjoyment. Outside in the road Mr. Parish was descending from the box of his wagonette. Papa looked at his watch. He was going with them to Chelmsted. And Mamma whispered to Mark and Dan with her last kiss, "He'll be all right in the train." It was all over.
He had taken rooms in Bloomsbury with young Vickers. Dan had not gone to Cambridge when he left Chelmsted, as Mamma had intended. There hadn't been enough money. Uncle Victor had paid for Mark's last year at Woolwich and for his outfit now. Some day Mamma would pay him back again. Dan had gone first into Papa's office; then into Uncle Edward's office. He was in Uncle Victor's office now.
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