Potterism eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 258 pages of information about Potterism.

Potterism eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 258 pages of information about Potterism.
and they were very disagreeable, but I suppose you don’t want me to tell you what they said, so I won’t.  Anyhow it wasn’t much, only Oliver gave Mr. Gideon to understand he wasn’t to come there any more, and Mr. Gideon said he certainly had no intention of doing so.  Oh, yes, and he said, “Damn you” rather loud.  And then he went downstairs and left the house.  I heard the door shut after him, then I came out of my room, and there was Oliver standing at the top of the stairs, looking as if he didn’t see anything.  He didn’t seem to see me, even.  I couldn’t bear it, he was so white and angry and thinking of nothing but Jane, who wasn’t worth thinking about, because she didn’t care....  And then ...  I lost my head.  I think I was mad ...  I’d felt awfully queer for a long time....  I couldn’t bear it any more, his being unhappy about Jane and not even seeing me.  I went up to him and said, “Oliver, I’m glad you’ve got rid of that horrid man.”

’He stared at me and still didn’t seem to see me.  That somehow made me furious.  I said, “Jane’s much too fond of him....  She’s always with him now....  They spent this evening together, you know, and came home together.”

’Then he seemed to wake up, and he looked at me with a look I hadn’t ever seen before, and it was as if the world was at an end, because I saw he hated me for saying that.  And he said, “Kindly let my affairs and Jane’s alone,” in a horrible, sharp, cold voice.  I couldn’t bear it.  It seemed to kill something in me; my love for him, perhaps.  I went first cold then hot, and I was crazy with anger; I pushed him back out of the way to let me pass—­I pushed him suddenly, and so hard that he lost his balance....  Oh, you know the rest....  He was standing at the top of those awful stairs—­why are people allowed to make stairs like that?—­and he reeled and fell backwards....  Oh, dear, oh, dear, and you know the rest....’

She was sobbing bitterly now.

‘Yes, yes,’ I said, ‘I know the rest,’ and I said no more for a time.

I was puzzled.  That she had truly repeated what had passed between her and Hobart I believed.  But whether she had pushed him, or whether he had lost his own balance, seemed to me still an open question.  I had to consider two things—­how best to help this girl, and how to get Gideon out of the mess as quickly and as quietly as possible.  For both these things I had to get at the truth—­if I could.

‘Now, look here,’ I said presently, ’is this story you’ve told me wholly true?  Did it actually happen precisely like that?  Please think for a moment and then tell me.’

But she didn’t think, not even for a moment.

‘Oh,’ she sobbed, ‘true!  Why should I say it if it wasn’t?’

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