28/31 He had gone in there when he fled from Cephas Barnard's, and had not yet been home. He recognized Charlotte's motions as quickly as her face, and knew Sylvia's voice, although he could not distinguish what she said. He watched them turn the corner of the other road, and thought that Charlotte was going to spend the night with her aunt--he did not dream why. He had resolved to stay where he was in his desolate new house, and not go home himself. It was as if he lost sight of individual antagonists, and burned to dash life itself in the face because he existed. |