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But now " She smiled a little, wondering why he should talk to her of the softness of women, that he must dispense with for a while; and Kraill had seen her hard, and asked her to be courageous for him! After the doctor had gone Andrew came in, warm and rosy from his bath.
"I don't believe you know anything at all about control, Professor Kraill," she said very quietly, so quietly that he dropped down beside her to listen as she kept her face averted. "Do you remember, once, you said 'Women have no inhibitions'?" "I was young. And even now, it's true " he cried. "I'm a woman. But I've never deliberately wallowed as you seem to have done.
She was just going to suggest to him that he was tired and should go to bed: she was so anxious to get him out of the way before Louis came out of his corner that she could scarcely talk coherently. But just at that moment Louis came up to her. He took no notice of Kraill or Mrs. Twist, who was quite used to him by this time.
He nodded, looked at her to show her that he had begun to take her seriously, and turned away with Jerry, rather astonished to find himself dismissed so coolly from the scene. She turned to Louis, forgetting Kraill. Jerry, who adored Marcella, became very voluble on the subject of Louis; Kraill listened mechanically to all he was saying as they crossed the paddock.
And I know I've been lying to myself because I daren't face the truth." Kraill smoked thoughtfully for a few minutes. "I suppose it never occurred to you that, without the drink to consider, you would not be happy with him?" he said at last. "Oh yes. We are quite happy in between," she said with a sigh. "On the edge of things? Always with reservations?" he said quickly.
Measles and rheumatics, confinements and bronchitis take up all our time, and when we get a man like poor Andrew your father, something out of the ordinary, appealing to us for healing, we give him digitalis or Epsom-salts for the elixir of life. We do our best, but it's bad very bad. When I talked to Kraill that day I kept thinking of your father.
"I've an extraordinary feeling that I've nothing to do with you any more. All these people they seem to own you! You're an elusive young beggar, you know. First Kraill I had to ask his permission to keep you. Now a whole village full!" She shook her head and put her hand in his. "Who's got me most, do you think?" He answered as he thought.
I kept thinking he'd have been alive to-day if he could have caught on to Kraill's philosophy. I feel small, Marcella. I honestly hadn't the brains, the knowledge, to do anything for your father. I talked to Kraill about it. He said something very kind and very queer about the socialization of knowledge.
Always Kraill had been a hero to her, since the days when his cynical early book of lectures had come like revelation to her, even though she had had to take the help of a dictionary on every line. That evening Louis went off to the township after three days' restless nerviness on his part, and three nights' valiant love-making on hers.
Louis was on the verandah as she came round the fence. She saw his eyes blazing madly, his face distorted, his hands clenched. He came to meet her, raging. "Where've you been?" he choked out. She waved her hand over towards where Kraill was. She could not speak. "Whose is this hat? It's that damned professor's!" "Yes." "Where is he? Why are you crying? He's come here after you!" he raved.
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