Captivity eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 551 pages of information about Captivity.

Captivity eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 551 pages of information about Captivity.
stevedores clustered in the roadway round a violent smell of whisky.  She turned away, sickened by her memories of that smell, with her father’s ghost and Louis’s at her side, but uncontrollable curiosity made her press on again.  A great barrel—­like the barrel at Lashnagar—­had been broken by falling from the top storey out of the clutch of a derrick; there was a pool of blood, dreadful and bright in the roadway and men were lifting the crushed body of a man into an ambulance; quite close to the pool of blood was one of whisky that was running into the gutter.  Two big, bronzed, blue-shirted men were kneeling beside it, dipping their hands in it and licking them greedily; trembling at the same time and looking sick with the fright of sudden death.  From a warehouse near by came a heavy smell of decay—­sheep skins were stored there in great, stiff bales.  She went on, feeling as though horror happened wherever she went.  But along by the sea wall it was very peaceful; only the soft lapping of the landlocked tide against the stone, the slow gliding of ferry boats, the lazy plash of oars and the metallic clanking in the naval dockyard on Garden Island came to her.  On a man-of-war out in the stream the sailors were having a washing day; she could hear their cheery voices singing and laughing as they hung vests and shirts and socks among the rigging, threw soapy water at each other and skated about the decks on lumps of soap.

A little further along by the wall was a great garden; she went in in a dream; unfamiliar flowers covered unfamiliar bushes with pink and scarlet snow; a bed of cactus looked like a nightmare of pincushions and tumours.  She sat down beside them, under a low, gloomy leaved eucalyptus and dreamed.  The champagne quality of the air, the sunlight dancing on the blue water, the great banks of dark green trees on the opposite shore, with prosperous, happy-looking little red houses nestling among them brought about an effect of well-being that soft weather and beautiful surroundings always gave her.  She had, all her life, been able to escape from unhappiness by the mere physical effect of going into the sunshine and the wind—­and then unhappiness and grief seemed impossible, incredible.  Sitting there with half-closed eyes she dreamed of the future; the disgust of Melbourne had gone; the disillusionment of Louis’s letter had gone, and yet she had very few delusions about what was going to happen to her.

She wished she had the courage to run away now, to her uncle, or anywhere away from Louis.  And she knew quite well that nothing on earth would make her leave him.  She was beginning to realize, vaguely, what marriage to him might mean; she had flashing visions of him, drunk, dirty, foolish and—­beastly.  She shrunk from him fastidiously; even thinking of him made her heart thump in sheer horror; she felt that, to be shut up in a room with him when he was drunk would be an indignity, a disgust too horrible to contemplate.  And he had hinted things that frightened her, about her “having her work cut out” about her “not realizing what she had taken on.”  Next minute the soft sunlight and the fluttering leaves made her think of him when he was not drunk, and she frowned; she so hated his air of superiority, his calm pushing aside of her opinions as not worth notice, his cool insistence on her inferiority as a woman.

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