Elinor had not taken more than half a dozen steps—she was still laughing—when a hand fell on her arm from behind. She stopped abruptly and turned. Dr. Lord looked straight at her, his brow creased into a frown. He said peremptorily: “What were you laughing at?” Elinor said: “Really—I don’t know.” Peter Lord said: “That’s rather a silly answer!” Elinor flushed. She said: “I think I must be nervous—or something. I looked in at the District Nurse’s cottage and—and Mary Gerrard was writing out her will. It made me laugh; I don’t know why!” Lord said abruptly: “Don’t you?”
This whole passage is just superbly written and gives me the eeriest feeling!
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Mary Pagones
