![]() She smelled of perspiration-soaked wool and also, strongly, of unwashed hair. The only idea that occurs to me isīut she had worn a yellow wool pullover, a black skirt and black woollen stockings, and the perspiration poured down her face all through the meal. I dare say - I’m not so brave as I thought…” I rang up Lejeune. Listen, I’m coming up to you! I’m leaving now - at once. I hate anything touching me… nd I’m so hot.” “ That’s the fever, darling. Do you feel very awful?” “ Well - fever - and aching, and everything hurts, my feet and my skin. “ You’ll be all right,” I said miserably. But it would be with flu, wouldn’t it?” There was a forlorn appeal in her hoarse voice, under its surface bravery. He’s sent me to bed and is sending along some medicine. “He seemed a bit puzzled, but he says it’s probably flu. But I couldn’t see any other way of thinking. ![]() I can’t help feeling that we’re thinking the way they want us to think.” Perhaps she was right. Trappings! We’re letting ourselves be obsessed by trappings. “ I’d better get back.” “ I’m being stupid,” said Mrs Dane Calthrop suddenly as I left. She’ll ring Rhoda’s, I suppose.” I took the hint. ![]()
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