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Did you hear me calling for you last night?" "No," she answered, frightened. "I called Edwarda, but it was you I meant. I woke up and heard myself. Yes, it was you I meant; it was only a mistake; I said 'Edwarda, but it was only by accident. By Heaven, you are my dearest, Eva! Your lips are so red to-day. Your feet are prettier than Edwarda's just look yourself and see."
He would have no compensation for the boat that my landslide had crushed. "Oh, but surely," I said, "will you not have some payment for the boat and the tar-bucket and the brush?" "No, my dear Lieutenant," he answered. "How could you think of such a thing?" And he looked at me with hatred in his eyes. For three weeks I saw nothing of Edwarda.
And it was then that he made out, by the faint light coming in at the window, the two dolls, Letitia and Edwarda, huddled together on the oilcloth. Letitia, small, old, worn out in long service to her departed mistress, had one sawdust arm thrown across Edwarda. And Edwarda, proud though she was, and beautiful in her silks and laces, had a smooth, round, artfully jointed arm thrown across Letitia.
The Doctor did not say much this time either, but catching sight of my powder-horn, with a figure of Pan carved on it, he started to explain the myth of Pan. "But," said Edwarda suddenly, "what do you live on when it's closed season for all game?" "Fish," I said. "Fish mostly. But there's always something to eat." "But you might come up to us for your meals," she said.
I remember distinctly even now all the discomfort and annoyance it caused; my washerwoman had to come every day and stay there nearly all the time, making purchases of food, looking after my housekeeping, for several weeks. Well, and then... One day the Doctor began talking about Edwarda.
And there is no telling what else might not have happened if, at that moment, the janitress had not begun to call again, though this time it was Cis she wanted. And what she had for Cis was a heavy pasteboard box that was nearly as long as the table. In the box, wearing a truly gorgeous dress and hat and shoes, was Edwarda. "A Princess of a doll!" cried Cis, dancing with happiness.
The young lady understood my coarseness at once, and answered: "He must have been blind indeed, to run after any one so old and ugly as I am." But I gained no thanks from Edwarda for that: she drew her friend away; they whispered together and shook their heads. After that, I was left altogether to myself. Another hour passed.
Edwarda looked at me. "Let us sit down," she said. And we sat down in the heather. "Do you know what my friend says about you?" she began. "Your eyes are like an animal's, she says, and when you look at her, it makes her mad. It is just as if you touched her, she says."
And there was hate in her eyes. I had not been to parties often; certainly I had never before heard such a tone at any of the few I had been to. I said: "Aren't you afraid of being misunderstood, Edwarda?" "Oh, but how? Possibly, of course, but how?" "You sometimes speak without thinking.
"I am in difficulties about meat; I might ask Edwarda for something for this evening," I thought. I walked down to Sirilund. I noticed at once that Edwarda was wearing a new dress. She seemed to have grown; her dress was much longer now. "Excuse my not getting up," she said, quite shortly, and offered her hand. "My daughter is not very well, I'm sorry to say," said Herr Mack.
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