Сестра Керри

Chapter XLII. A Touch Of Spring: The Empty Shell

           Nowhewalkedback,leavingthelightsablaze,andfeelingasiftheflatwereempty.

           “I’llgetoutofthis,”hesaidtohimself.

           Thenthesheerlonelinessofhissituationrusheduponhiminfull.

           “Leftme!”hemuttered,andrepeated,“leftme!”

           Theplacethathadbeensocomfortable,wherehehadspentsomanydaysofwarmth,wasnowamemory.Somethingcolderandchillierconfrontedhim.Hesankdowninhischair,restinghischininhishand—meresensation,withoutthought,holdinghim.

           Thensomethinglikeabereavedaffectionandself-pitysweptoverhim.

           “Sheneedn’thavegoneaway,”hesaid.“I’dhavegotsomething.”

           Hesatalongwhilewithoutrocking,andaddedquiteclearly,outloud:

           “Itried,didn’tI?”

           Atmidnighthewasstillrocking,staringatthefloor.

           

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