Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. At other times he seemed to have regained the normal completely. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Afterward her brother Roddy, also strange in velveteen, feeling rather than knowing of this relationship, punched this Adonis’s head. The dance itself was anticlimactic, with teenagers trying their best to look the part of adult sophisticates on the dance floor. Then there was also the horse. A fortnight passed, then a month. He roused curiosities. I don’t defend it.
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