Torpenhow
found him on the floor.
Kipling - Poems
What a demon that
girl must be! Dick's given her his life,--confound him! --and she's given
him one kiss apparently. "
"Torp," said Dick, from the bed, "go out for a walk. You've been here
too long. I'll get up. Hi! This is annoying. I can't dress myself. Oh,
it's too absurd! "
Torpenhow helped him into his clothes and led him to the big chair
in the studio. He sat quietly waiting under strained nerves for
the darkness to lift. It did not lift that day, nor the next. Dick
adventured on a voyage round the walls. He hit his shins against the
stove, and this suggested to him that it would be better to crawl on all
fours, one hand in front of him.
Torpenhow found him on the floor.
"I'm trying to get the geography of my new possessions," said he. "D'you
remember that nigger you gouged in the square? Pity you didn't keep the
odd eye. It would have been useful. Any letters for me? Give me all the
ones in fat gray envelopes with a sort of crown thing outside. They're
of no importance. "
Torpenhow gave him a letter with a black M. on the envelope flap. Dick
put it into his pocket. There was nothing in it that Torpenhow might
not have read, but it belonged to himself and to Maisie, who would never
belong to him.
"When she finds that I don't write, she'll stop writing. It's better
so. I couldn't be any use to her now," Dick argued, and the tempter
suggested that he should make known his condition. Every nerve in him
revolted.
girl must be! Dick's given her his life,--confound him! --and she's given
him one kiss apparently. "
"Torp," said Dick, from the bed, "go out for a walk. You've been here
too long. I'll get up. Hi! This is annoying. I can't dress myself. Oh,
it's too absurd! "
Torpenhow helped him into his clothes and led him to the big chair
in the studio. He sat quietly waiting under strained nerves for
the darkness to lift. It did not lift that day, nor the next. Dick
adventured on a voyage round the walls. He hit his shins against the
stove, and this suggested to him that it would be better to crawl on all
fours, one hand in front of him.
Torpenhow found him on the floor.
"I'm trying to get the geography of my new possessions," said he. "D'you
remember that nigger you gouged in the square? Pity you didn't keep the
odd eye. It would have been useful. Any letters for me? Give me all the
ones in fat gray envelopes with a sort of crown thing outside. They're
of no importance. "
Torpenhow gave him a letter with a black M. on the envelope flap. Dick
put it into his pocket. There was nothing in it that Torpenhow might
not have read, but it belonged to himself and to Maisie, who would never
belong to him.
"When she finds that I don't write, she'll stop writing. It's better
so. I couldn't be any use to her now," Dick argued, and the tempter
suggested that he should make known his condition. Every nerve in him
revolted.
