Capitolo 66
I didn't eat supper. Food seemed to be the last thing I wanted. ME
him sat on the study to read. It was approximately eight when I felt the gate
opens. Looking out at me saw a man in khaki, his/her gun on his/her shoulder,
marching on the run. I went to the door.
"Good-evening, ma'am", he said. "Every right?"
I assured that I was.
"I am the lance-corporal of the watch", he added. "The commander
compliments, and I was to bring to you that Your road was picketed for
the night and that all are well."
I thanked him/it, and he marched away, and taken on his/her place to the gate,
and I knew that this was the way of the commander to leave knows me that
Heads Simpson you/he/she had held his/her word. I had as soon as time while the lance-corporal
it witnessed the door to see "Bedford" on his/her beret, so I knew that the new one
regiment was of Bedfordshire.
I sat a few on longer, while trying to mend my mind on my book, not trying to
you seem round to mine beautiful inside green continually, to all of my books,
seeming so ornamental against the walls of my study, to all the
portraits of the friends of my life of active service above of the shelves,
and the old sixteenth-century Buddha on which Oda Neilson sent me mine
the last birthday, bewaring down so stoically of his/her Persian fish to remember me to as
few everybody that these things have counted. I could not help remembering to the
end that my friends to Voulangis had gone--that they was to that very
moment on their way to Marseilles that almost every another self I knew on
this side of the water or it was to Havre that waits for sailing, or in
London, or it hissed in Holland or Denmark; what apart the friends me
it had to the forehead that I was alone with my adored France and his/her Allies.
Through him entirely there runs a thought that has done me finally gives back--as everybody
through August I had felt so out of things, only suddenly to find him/it
straight to my door. Behind my mind--it pushed again hard as me
was it able--it sustained the question--what was becoming of all this?
Anchor, you know, I went in bed, and what is more than I have slept well. I was