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"What does it mean," said Ranny, "when it makes that funny face?" "How should I know?" said Violet. Little sounds, utterly helpless and inarticulate, came now from the cradle. "What nice noises it makes," said Ranny. He was stooping by the cradle, touching the Baby's soft cheek with his finger. "Look at it," he said. But Violet would not look. The Baby's face puckered and grew red.
To Ranny, Jujubes, in his increasing flabbiness, was too disgusting to be dangerous. And his conversation, his silly goat's talk, was disgusting, too. Ranny had thought that Violet would find Jujubes and his conversation every bit as disagreeable as he did. Even now, while some instinct warned him of impending crisis, he still regarded Leonard Mercier as decidedly less dangerous than disgusting.
For his bed had become odious to him, sinking under him, falling from him treacherously as he sank and fell, whereas Ranny's muscles adjusted themselves to all his sinkings and fallings. They remained and could be felt in the disintegration that presently separated them from the rest of Ranny, Ranny's arms being there, close under him, and Ranny's face a long way off at the other end of the room.
I never shall know. Come to that, I don't know anything about you. Nor you about me reelly." "Oh, Ranny," she whispered. It was her one protest against the agony he was making her share with him. "What do we know about anything? What does it all mean? The whole bloomin' show? The Combined Maze? They shove us into it without our leave.
She paused, considering it. "How did you find out it was a lie, Ranny? Oh oh I suppose I showed you " "Not you. She owned up herself." "When?" "That night she went off. She wrote it in that letter. She told me why she did it, too. It was because she knew I cared for you and was afraid I'd marry you. She wasn't going to have that. Now you know what she is." "Why did you believe her?"
It could not be otherwise: because she loved him. And oh! she had the most intense appreciation of Granville, of the name and of the personality. She took it all in. Trust Winny. And as they stood in the gateway at parting, he told her of the system by which in twenty, no, in not much more than nineteen years' time Granville would be his own. "Why, Ranny, it sounds almost too good to be true!"
The chemist, a newcomer, had set up his shop very conveniently at the corner of Acacia Avenue. As Ransome approached, a familiar figure emerged from the shop doorway; it stood there for a moment as if undecided, then turned and disappeared round the corner. It was Leonard Mercier. "What on earth," thought Ranny, "is old Jujubes doing here?"
But Ranny, knowing Violet, believed him. It gave him a feeling of immense responsibility toward Granville, and the Estate Company, and the agent. Finally, owing to Violet's reckless management, his debts to the grocer, the butcher, and the milkman had reached the considerable total of nine pounds eighteen shillings and eleven pence. It would take about forty pounds odd to clear his obligations.
"Did you ever see such bully old trees? Any time you wanted to sell off lots, you see, you could do it on this side, without touching the farm." "Where's the house?" asked Mrs. Ranny. "Right through here," said Quin, holding back the branches, "Now, ain't that a nice old place?" His enthusiasm met with no response.
Her eyes wandered in their troubled way. She looked like a thing held there under his eyes against its will and seeking some way of escape. "I don't think you neglect her, Ranny," she said at last. "Well, then, what do you think?" She turned. "I think I'm going for a little spin somewhere by myself. I shall come back in time for dinner. Then I shall go down to Wandsworth and fetch Baby."
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