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That fire, that humanity had gone from her and she lay back now on her sofa with the faint waxen lids closed upon her eyes, her hands thinly folded, almost a dead woman. Margaret kissed her again now softly and gently, and Olva went with her from the room. He was prepared to find that Rupert had told her everything.
I suppose it gives you a kind of horror of me. Don't mind saying so if it does." Bunning, taking out a grimy handkerchief, wiped his forehead. He shook his head without speaking. Olva sat down in the chair opposite him and lit his pipe. "I want to tell somebody all about it. You weren't really, I suppose, the best person to tell.
It seemed to him an old, old story this tale of a murder in Sannet Wood. Groups of men were waiting in the cloisters, waiting for the doors to open for "Hall." As Olva came towards the gates an undergraduate, white, breathless, brushed past him and burst into the quiet, murmuring groups. "My God, have you heard?" Olva passed through the iron gates. The groups broke.
The great Centre Court was shrouded in mist, and out of the white veil the grey buildings rose, gently, on every side. There were lights now in the windows; the Chapel bell was ringing, hushed and dimmed by the heavy air. Boots rang sharply along the stone corridors. Olva crossed the court towards his room.
Through all the tangled confusion of his thoughts, through the fear and courage there ran this note-where was God? . . . God the only person to Whom he now could speak, because God knew. Might not this idiot of a Bunning have been shown the way to the mystery? "Yes," said Olva, smiling.
"I am sorry that you are not so well." Mrs. Craven's dark eyes searched his face. "You are restful to me. I like you to come. But I would not intrude upon your time." Olva said, "I am very glad to come if I can be of any service. If there is anything that I can do." The eyes seemed the only part of her body that lived. It was the eyes that spoke. "No, there is nothing that any one can do.
There was gathering upon him the conviction that in a few minutes, rising from his place, he would cry out to the hall "I, Olva Dune, this afternoon, killed Carfax. You will find his body in the wood." He repeated the words to himself under his breath. "You will find his body in the wood. . . ." "You will find . . ." He finished his beef very quietly and then got up. Craven appealed to him.
The dog, Bunker, was running beside him, his tongue out, body solid grey against the lighter, floating grey around. His feet pattered beside his master, but his body appeared to edge away and yet to be held by some compelling force. Olva was running, running. But not from Carfax.
"There is a God after all." That was the immense conviction that faced him as he heard, slowly, softly, the leaves, the twigs, settle themselves after that first horrid crash which the clumsy body had made. Olva Dune stood for an instant straight and stiff, his arms heavily at his side, and the dank, misty wood slipped back once more into silence.
Dune as though he were not in the least responsible for what he said. I'm afraid he is very, very ill. He is dreadfully unhappy, and yet he can explain nothing. I too have been very unhappy, and mother, because we love him." "If he wishes that I should not come here again " Olva began. "But he is not responsible. He really does not know what he is doing.
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