But, no. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. She stood face to face with him, and his voice cut across her speech and made her stop abruptly. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. One keeps rules in order to be one’s self. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. ‘We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. What you said wanted saying. She prevaricated. ’ She bit her lip and thought deeply. ‘Exactement.
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