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“She will never take tea here again.”
We were going to be very happy, I thought. There were a great many things to do, and a whole new pattern of days to arrange,
“I am not allowed in Uncle Julian’s room.”
“Leave them be,” Jim Clarke said.
perhaps there would never be noise in the world again.
“I put it in the sugar.” “I know. I knew then.” “You never used sugar.” “No.” “So I put it in the sugar.”
I was chilled, but she smiled at me kindly and it was all right.
“I love you, Constance,” I said. “And I love you, my Merricat.”
“I’ve spent a lot of time in this kitchen,” she said, “but I never before tried lying on its floor. I’ve taken such good care of it that it has to make me welcome, I think.”
Slowly the pattern of our days grew,
perhaps children can never resist playing anywhere;
“They are the children of the strangers,” I told her. “They have no faces.”
“It is a very happy place, though.”
“I will go on my winged horse and bring you cinnamon and thyme, emeralds and clove, cloth of gold and cabbages.”
only a few, the defiant hating ones, came by more than once.
“I will use the damask for a cloak; who else wears a damask cloak?”
We are going to be very happy, Constance.”
We are going to be very happy.”
“Robinson Crusoe dressed in the skins of animals,” I told her. “He had no gay cloths with a gold belt.”
Sometimes they brought
her own rules for beef stew,
I discovered that I was no longer allowed to go to the creek;
the people walking past, and we heard their voices and they were all strangers, with their wide staring eyes and their evil open mouths.
Charles Blackwood
“They’ve got money in there’s never even been counted. They’ve got it buried all over, and a safe full, and God knows where else they’ve hidden it.
I looked at Constance and thought she had never seen Charles so truly before.
She knew now that Charles was a ghost and a demon, one of the strangers.
Constance looked up to where his face must be and smiled unpleasantly.
a little break in his voice,
his voice still had the little break in it.
“You could be stretched across the doorsill dying of a broken heart, for all of me,”
I did not think he was going to go in time.

