’ Mrs Chalkney lifted her brows. She saw marks in the dirt where he had been pacing. “Let’s go. "More slang," he said. She had asked to borrow his pencil out of dire necessity. Capes was irritatingly judicial in the matter, neither absurdly against, in which case one might have smashed him, or hopelessly undecided, but tepidly sceptical. The others hurried to the window. He must be more or less of an age with this man. Modern, indeed! She was going to be as primordial as chipped flint. ‘But you are idiot. She seemed to be making some sort of inventory. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone.
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