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He said it was all right, only he didn't know what on earth he was to say to her. Booty recovered his natural airiness. "Oh," he threw it off, "you say nothing." And for the first night or so, as far as Ransome could remember, that was what he did say. And he wasn't really clever at collaring her, either. There was something elusive, fugitive, uncatchable about Winny Dymond.
I think it's awfully good fun myself some of the artistic set, you know, any pretty actress that's going, and so on. This week, for instance, they have Audrey Anstell, who made such a hit last spring in 'The Winning of Winny'; and Paul Morpeth he's painting Mattie Gormer and the Dick Bellingers, and Kate Corby well, every one you can think of who's jolly and makes a row.
And so the seeing home of Winny Dymond became a fascinating and uncertain game, fascinating because of its uncertainty; it had all the agitation and allurement of pursuit and capture; if she had wanted to allure and agitate him, no art of "cock-a-tree" could have served her better. He was determined to see Winny Dymond home.
You know I don't." She rose with the sleeping child in her arms and carried it to its cot. He followed her and turned back the blanket for her as she laid Baby down. But it was Winny and not Baby that he looked at. And he thought, "Little Winky's grown up." To be sure, her hair was done differently. He missed the door-knocker plat. But that was not what he meant.
He went off to look all over the house for the nice clean one that Winny was certain must be somewhere. In a basin by the open window of the bedroom he found the two horrors that she had put there to soak. "What's wrong with these?" said he. For one moment it was as if Winny were indignant. "You put your nose to them and you'll soon see what's wrong." He did and saw.
"It's a good thing the children'll be at school now out of her way." "P'raps she's better kinder, p'raps." "I don't know about that, Winny. I'm afraid. Anyhow, it'll never be the same for you and me." He paused, and then seeing suddenly the full extent of their calamity, he broke out. "What'll you do, Winny?" "I'll ask Mr. Randall if he'll take me on." "You won't stay here?" "No. Better not.
He had been close upon Winny at the corner as they turned, so close that he could have touched her. He thought she had seen him, but he could not be sure. He was also aware of a large eye slued round toward him in a pretty profile that lifted itself, deep-chinned, above Winny's head. Their behavior agitated him, but he forbore to track them further.
And religion went hand in hand with an exquisite iniquity. In all that she did there was something unsanctioned, something that gave her the secret and essential thrill of sin. When Winny made that beefsteak pie for Ranny she had her first taste of fearful, delicious, illegitimate joy. For it was not right that she should be there making beefsteak pies for Ranny.
He woke with it to a sense of sheer blank calamity, of overpowering bereavement. His wife had left him. That was what had happened to him. His wife had left him. She had left her little children. It was as if Violet had died and her death had cleansed her. When the child cried a third time he remembered Winny. He would have to tell her. He rose and went to the fireplace mechanically.
Aggie saw at once that there were more difficulties in the way of this manner of giving a party than she had supposed. She knew that Winny, as the only boy present, would not make matters very lively, even though he should be willing to buy a dozen neckties, and escort as many of the girls home.
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