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I ran into him quite by chance coming away from a theatre with the foreign friend. We both thought he was rather badly rattled." "Was he going on to Lucy? Did he know Lucy was very ill indeed?" Doda said, "I don't know. He didn't tell me. Is she?" and indifferently passed upstairs. Rosalie at her early breakfast was thinking what news the day would give of Lucy and of Huggo.
She can't bear being in the house. She can't bear being, of an evening, just alone with Rosalie. "Oh, dear!" she's always saying. "Oh, dear, I do wish it would hurry up and be term time again." "Darling, you are a restless person," Rosalie says. "Well, mother, it is dull just sticking here." "You know how Benji loves to have you home, Doda. Benji simply lives for you.
Her eagerness for school had been much fostered by Huggo's holiday stories of school life; and Huggo, as Doda now adduced, was leaving his preparatory and starting at Tidborough next term; couldn't she, oh, couldn't she make also her start then? Harry said, "O grown-up woman of enormous years, think of your sorrowing parents. How will you like to leave your weeping mother, Doda?
She never once said mother. She calmed and a long space was mute. The moon, its duress passed, stood high, serene, alone. The doctor breathed, "She's passing." That child raised her lids and her eyes looked out upon her watchers. Rosalie cried, "Oh, Doda!" That child sighed. "Oh, mother!" There was no note of love. There was of tenderness no note.
Doda stepped violently away from the hand that stroked her hair. "No. I won't show them." "Then it's to burn them, Doda." Doda looked slowly around the room. Her face was not nice. She said sullenly, "There's no fire here." "Bring them down with you to the breakfast-room. Your father will have gone. We'll see Benji's not there." She went to Doda and kissed her on the forehead. Doda shut her eyes.
Her Huggo, her man child, her first one! Her Doda, her self's own self, her woman-bud, her daughter! Her Benji, her littlest one, her darling!
But it was just that the child wasn't demonstrative of her affections. None of them were. Even Benji not really what you would call demonstrative. How beautiful the child was! Her Doda! How little she ever saw of her! She called her again. Doda opened her eyes. "Hullo, mother." Just that. No more. They were different, the children. She sat down on Doda's bed and began to talk to her. Tidiness!
They had never seen "a Constituzi"; they did not know if they would like it, and thought it was a "flam of the devil." Nor were they pleased to see the two Young Turk representatives, Halil and Khiassim Beys. Premi Dochi's successful scheme for the restoration to Mirdita of Prenk Bib Doda was a masterpiece, which might have well led to the autonomy of Albania.
Doda is sometimes glimpsed, no more, with Benji, always putting off or chilling off her brother for her friends; sometimes she's seen with Huggo, meeting him and he her, more like an acquaintance of their sets than like fruit of the same parents; familiar, apparently, with one another's lives: referring to places of amusement by both frequented, as had been done, in instance, on that night of Huggo's announcement of his marriage when with a note that rung sinister he had bantered Doda and she had turned and run upstairs.
Her hand on Doda's shoulder could feel Doda quivering. She went to the door and at the door said, "And the photographs, dear. I should bring them too." She had long finished breakfast when at last Doda came down. The tall, slim, beautiful and pale creature appeared in the doorway. She walked towards the fire, her head held high, her brown hair in a thick tail to her waist.
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