[cmi-marseille] dyed-in-the-wool

[Laura Edwards]

The voice behind her sang, repeating thevoice in front, I have seen the salvation of my God.
He was over her in thesacred order, and yet in the sacred equality they ran level.
The voice behind her sang, repeating thevoice in front, I have seen the salvation of my God. Its not for myself somuch, she said, as for the general principle. He was afraid, this martyr of her house, and she knew what to do.
The trap, if there had been a trap, hadopened, and she had come out beyond it. Youre getting above yourself, mygirl; you and your sympathy.
Once the Lord had been something else; perhapsstill.
She knew that the horror ofthe fire had overcome him.
Adela was not altogether unpractised in the gymnastics ofGomorrah.
Look how quiet andwell-arranged we all are!
Earth and sky were the climaxof her damnation; their rods pressed her in.
The heat was heavy on her too and she waspinker than strictly the Princess should have been.
But her hands had seemed to tremble and fail.
Making my concluding appearance, he said.
She said: Iwonder if youd ask him something. Very well, Hugh assented; its the heat making you tired. He was over her in thesacred order, and yet in the sacred equality they ran level.
The man in front became rigid: he said: Lord God, I cannot bearthe fear of the fire.
It called its worldtogether, and prepared union. Hethought, as he sank into his chair, But if one hated to arrive?
She added thatshe would have a little money, enough to buy her bread.
As if toprove it she lingered to look through the gates.
He assured her that he was ready-quite informal.
Then suddenly she smelt burning wood; the fire was lit,he in it. Adela, extremely offended, and losing her balance said: It isnt.
He was afraid, this martyr of her house, and she knew what to do.
But there was anothertrap, and this man was in it. The author has seemed to be out ofthe house rather often, but he may have been brought in at last. Its better to think of it than to have itisnt it?
Look how quiet andwell-arranged we all are! I cant butt in on him with a club, Adela. But there was anothertrap, and this man was in it.
On the inhaled breath her splendour glowed again; on theexhaled it passed. Thank God weve got away from any pretence. She could not quite follow the passage ofpeople now-at least, off the stage. She wished to assent tothe choice her beatitude had made. She danced out of it, a flame flung up, a leaf catching to aflame.
She sprang back from that immortality; no fear but a momentstruce of wonder and bodily tremor.
She was astonished in the interval to hear Myrtle Fox complainingof the heat. 
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