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But if we let him go off and do this he's done for." "He's done for anyhow. Isn't it better to recognize that he's rotten? McClane wouldn't have him. He saw what he was." "He didn't see him at Berlaere. He was splendid there." "My dear child, don't you know why? He didn't see there was any danger. He was too stupid to see it." "I saw it." "You're not stupid." "He did see it at the end."
Rankin nodded insolently and turned away. "Miss Bartrum " Miss Bartrum, the rather charming one, bowed, drawing the shadow of grave eyebrows over sweet eyes. "Dr. Donald McClane " As he bowed the Commandant's stare arched up at them, then dropped, suddenly innocent, suddenly indifferent. They looked around. Madame and her graciousness had gone.
"Can't I!" "What can you say?" "I can say " She pushed open the glass door and went in. McClane was whispering furtively. She saw Sutton stop him with a look. They turned to her and Sutton spoke. "Come in, Miss Redhead. This concerns you. Dr. McClane wants you and Miss Denning and me to join his corps." "And how about Mr. Conway?" "Well " McClane was trying to look innocent. "Mr.
Alice Bartrum opened her shadowed eyes. "Trixie you can't." "Can't I? I can make the old boy do anything I like." John stiffened. "You can't make me do anything you like, Mrs. Rankin. You'd much better stick to McClane." "What do any of us know about McClane?" "What do you know about me?" You could see how he hated her. "I know you mean business." "Doesn't he?" "Don't ask me what he means."
Gwinnie laughed. "It won't unless Charlotte dines with the Colonel." "It certainly mayn't," said Charlotte. "They may commandeer our cars and give them to McClane." "They can't," said Gwinnie. "We're volunteers." "They can do anything they choose. Military necessity." Gwinnie was thoughtful. "John," she said, "can I have one of the cars to-morrow afternoon?" "What for?" "Never mind. Can I?"
"I've been thinking of it all the time." "All the time?" "Well, most of the time, anyhow. But I've loved you all the time. You know I loved you. That was why I stuck to Conway. I couldn't leave you to him. I wouldn't even leave you to McClane." "I didn't know." "I should have thought it was pretty, obvious." "It wasn't. I'd have tried to stop it if I'd known." "You couldn't have stopped it."
She stooped down and turned him over on his chest. Then, with great difficulty, she got him up on to his feet; she took him by the wrists and, stooping again, swung him on to her shoulder. These acts, requiring attention and drawing on all her energy, dulled the pain of her knowledge. When she stood up with him she saw John and McClane coming to her.
It flashed on her that all these people thought that John was her lover, her lover in the way they understood love. They were looking at him as if they hated him. But John's face was quiet and composed and somehow triumphant; it held itself up against all the hostile faces; it fronted McClane and his men as their equal; it was the face of a man who has satisfied a lust.
There were moments when she wondered whether McClane had prejudiced the authorities against them. At first she had regarded the little man as negligible; it was the women who had fascinated her, as if they had or might come to have for her some profound importance and significance. She didn't like McClane. He straddled too much. But you couldn't go on ignoring him.
His cold, hard indifference made her feel safe. She wasn't really safe with Billy. His goodness might disarm her any minute, his sadness might conceivably move her to a tender weakness. But for McClane she would never have any personal feeling, never any fiery affection, any exalted devotion. Neither need she be afraid of any profound betrayal.
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