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Chapter 15
’Maybewhat?Goonwithwhatyouweregoingtosay,’sheinsisted.
’Ay,whatwasIgoingtosay?’
Hehadforgotten.Anditwasoneofthedisappointmentsofherlife,thatheneverfinished.
Ayellowrayofsunshoneoverthetrees.
’Sun!’hesaid.’Andtimeyouwent.Time,myLady,time!What’sthatasflieswithoutwings,yourLadyship?Time!Time!’
Hereachedforhisshirt.
’Saygoodnight!toJohnThomas,’hesaid,lookingdownathispenis.’He’ssafeinthearmsofcreepingJenny!Notmuchburningpestleabouthimjustnow.’
Andheputhisflannelshirtoverhishead.
’Aman’smostdangerousmoment,’hesaid,whenhisheadhademerged,’iswhenhe’sgettingintohisshirt.Thenheputshisheadinabag.That’swhyIpreferthoseAmericanshirts,thatyouputonlikeajacket.’Shestillstoodwatchinghim.Hesteppedintohisshortdrawers,andbuttonedthemroundthewaist.
’LookatJane!’hesaid.’Inallherblossoms!Who’llputblossomsonyounextyear,Jinny?Me,orsomebodyelse?"Good-bye,mybluebell,farewelltoyou!"Ihatethatsong,it’searlywardays.’Hethensatdown,andwaspullingonhisstockings.Shestillstoodunmoving.Helaidhishandontheslopeofherbuttocks.’PrettylittleLadyJane!’hesaid.’PerhapsinVeniceyou’llfindamanwho’llputjasmineinyourmaiden-hair,andapomegranateflowerinyournavel.PoorlittleladyJane!’
’Don’tsaythosethings!’shesaid.’Youonlysaythemtohurtme.’
Hedroppedhishead.
