She could not help herself. “I—I didn’t love the man I was engaged to,” she said. “Do you know, I have been wondering what had become of you,” she said. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. The hills surrounded her cave home protectively. By policemen one mustn’t shock. A failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions, with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all coherent means of expression. Accidentally raising his eyes, he saw that he was perceived by the family from Dollis Hill, and that he was an object of the deepest interest to them. It was in the quiet streets and squares toward Oxford Street that it first came into her head disagreeably that she herself was being followed. I'm no mollycoddle.
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