Full text: The waves

my hair will be matted and I shall sleep under hedges and 
drink water from ditches and die there.” 
* Susan has passed us,” said Bernard. ‘‘ She has passed 
the tool-house door with her handkerchief screwed into a 
ball. She was not crying, but her eyes, which are so 
beautiful, were narrow as cats’ eyes before they spring. I 
shall follow her, Neville. I shall go gently behind her, 
to be at hand, with my curiosity, to comfort her when she 
bursts out in a rage and thinks, ‘I am alone.’ 
“Now she walks across the field with a swing, non- 
chalantly, to deceive us. Then she comes to the dip; she 
thinks she is unseen; she begins to run with her fists 
clenched in front of her. Her nails meet in the ball of her 
pocket-handkerchief. She is making for the beech woods 
out of the light. She spreads her arms as she comes to 
them and takes to the shade like a swimmer. But she is 
blind after the light and trips and flings herself down on 
the roots under the trees, where the light seems to pant in 
and out, in and out. The branches heave up and down. 
There is agitation and trouble here. There is gloom. The 
light is fitful. There is anguish here. ‘The roots make a 
skeleton on the ground, with dead leaves heaped in the 
angles. Susan has spread her anguish out. Her pocket- 
handkerchief is laid on the roots of the beech trees and she 
sobs, sitting crumpled where she has fallen.” 
“1 saw her kiss him,” said Susan. “1 looked between 
the leaves and saw her. She danced in flecked with diamonds 
light as dust. And I am squat, Bernard, I am short. I have 
eyes that look close to the ground and see insects in the 
grass. The yellow warmth in my side turned to stone when 
I saw Jinny kiss Louis. I shall eat grass and die in a ditch 
in the brown water where dead leaves have rotted.” 
“JY saw you go,” said Bernard. “ As you passed the door 
of the tool-house I heard you cry ‘I am unhappy.” I put 
down my knife. I was making boats out of firewood with 
Neville. And my hair is untidy, because when Mrs. 
Constable told me to brush it there was a fly in a web, and I 

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