Убийство на поле для гольфа
22. I Find Love
Whenyousawhimthere,yourangerandjealousydroveyoumad—andyoustruck!Idon’tbelieveforaminutethatyoumeanttokillhim.Butyoudidkillhim,Cinderella.”
Shehadflungupherhandstocoverherface,andinachokedvoiceshesaid:
“You’reright …you’reright …Icanseeitallasyoutellit.”Thensheturnedonmealmostsavagely.“Andyouloveme?Knowingwhatyoudo,howcanyouloveme?”
“Idon’tknow,”Isaidalittlewearily.“Ithinkloveislikethat—athingonecannothelp.Ihavetried,Iknow—eversincethefirstdayImetyou.Andlovehasbeentoostrongforme.”
Andthensuddenly,whenIleastexpectedit,shebrokedownagain,castingherselfdownonthefloorandsobbingwildly.
“Oh,Ican’t!”shecried.“Idon’tknowwhattodo.Idon’tknowwhichwaytoturn.Oh,pityme,pityme,someone,andtellmewhattodo!”
AgainIkneltbyher,soothingherasbestIcould.
“Don’tbeafraidofme,Bella.ForGod’ssakedon’tbeafraidofme.Iloveyou,that’strue—butIdon’twantanythinginreturn.Onlyletmehelpyou.Lovehimstillifyouhaveto,butletmehelpyouashecan’t.”
Itwasasthoughshehadbeenturnedtostonebymywords.Sheraisedherheadfromherhandsandstaredatme.
“Youthinkthat?”shewhispered.“YouthinkthatIloveJackRenauld?”
Then,halflaughing,halfcrying,sheflungherarmspassionatelyroundmyneck,andpressedhersweetwetfacetomine.
“NotasIloveyou,”shewhispered.
