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cry of delight. To him, of course, she had left
nothing in particular, unless it were her diary. Fifteen little volumes, bound
in green leather, stood behind him on her writing table. Ever since they were
married, she had kept a diary. Some of their very few ¡ª he could not call them
quarrels, say tiffs ¡ª had been about that diary. When he came in and found her
writing, she always shut it or put her hand over it. ¡°No, no, no,¡± he could
hear her say, ¡°After I¡¯m dead ¡ª perhaps.¡± So she had left it him, as her
legacy. It was the only thing they had not shared when she was alive. But he had
always taken it for granted that she would outlive him. If only she had stopped
one moment, and had thought what she was doing, she would be alive now. But she
had stepped straight off the kerb, the driver of the car had said at the
inquest. She had given him no chance to pull up. . . . Here the sound of voices
in the hall interrupted him. ¡°Miss Miller, Sir,¡± said the maid. She came in.
He had never seen her alone in his life, nor, of course, in tears. She was
terribly distressed, and no wonder. Angela had been much more to her than an
employer. She had been a friend. To hims. Air
Max 90 UK elf, he thought, as he pushed a chair for her and asked her to sit
down, she was scarcely distinguishable from any other woman of her kind. There
were thousands of Sissy Millers ¡ª drab little women in black carrying attache
cases. But Angela, with her genius for sympathy, had discovered all sorts of
qualities in Sissy Miller. She was the soul of discretion; so silent; so
trustworthy, one could tell her anything, and so on. Miss Miller could not speak
at first. She sat there dabbing her eyes with her pocket handkerchief. Then she
made an effort. ¡°Pardon me, Mr. Clandon,¡± she said. He murmured. Of course he
understood. It was only natural. He could guess what his wife had meant to her.
¡°I¡¯ve been so happy here,¡± she said, looking round. Her eyes rested on the
writing table behind him. It was here they had worked ¡ª she and Angela. For
Angela had her share of the duties that fall to the lot of a prominent
politician¡¯s wife. She had been the greatest help to him in his career. He had
often seen her and Sissy sitting at that table ¡ª Sissy at the typewriter,
taking down letters from her dictation. No doubt Miss . Womens
Air Max 90 VT Miller was thinking of that, too. Now all he had to do was to
give her the brooch his wife had left her. A rather incongruous gift it seemed.
It might have been better to have left her a sum of money, or even the
typewriter. But there it was ¡ª¡°For Sissy Miller, with my love.¡± And, taking
the brooch, he gave it her with the little speech that he had prepared. He knew,
he said, that she would value it. His wife had often worn it. . . . And she
replied, as she took it almost as if she too had prepared a speech, that it
would always be a treasured possession. . . . She had, he supposed, other
clothes upon which a pearl brooch would not look quite so incongruous. She was
wearing the little black coat and skirt that seemed the uniform of her
profession. Then he remembered ¡ª she was in mourning, of course. She, too, had
had her tragedy ¡ª a brother, to who m she was devoted, had died only a week or
two before Angela. In some accident was it He could not remember ¡ª only Angela
telling him. Angela, with her genius for sympathy, had been terribly upset.
Meanwhile Sissy Miller had risen. She was putting on her gloves. Evidently she
felt that she ought not to intrude. But he could not let her go without saying
something
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one to talk tonothing whatever to do. The whole world stretched before him. The moor rising and falling; the sky meeting the moor; green and blue, green and blue, for ever and ever.¡± In the half light, they could see that Mrs. Ivimey was leaning over the balcony, with her chin propped on her hands, as if she were looking out over the moors from the top of a tower. ¡°Nothing but moor and sky, moor and sky, for ever and ever,¡± she murmured. Then she made a movement, as if she swung something into position. ¡°But what did the earth look like through the telescope¡± she asked. She made another quick little movement with her fingers as if she were twirling something. ¡°He focussed it,¡± she said. ¡°He focussed it upon the earth. He focussed it upon a dark mass of wood upon the horizon. He focussed it so that he could see . . . each tree . . . each tree separate . . . and the birds . . . rising and falling . . . and a stem of smoke . . . there . . . in the midst of the trees. . . . And then . . . lower . . . lower . . . (she lowered her eyes) . . . there was a house . . . a house among the trees . . . a farm-house . . . every brick showed . . . and the tubs on either side of the door . . . with flowers in them blue, pink, hydrangeas, perhaps. . . . ¡± She paused . . . ¡°And then a girl came out of the house . . . w. Cheap Air Max 90 earing something blue upon her head . . . and stood there . . . feeding birds . . . pigeons . . . they came fluttering round her. . . . And then . . . look . . . A man. . . . A man! He came round the corner. He seized her in his arms! They kissed . . . they kissed.¡± Mrs. Ivimey opened her arms and closed them as if she were kissing someone. ¡°It was the first time he had seen a man kiss a woman ¡ª in his telescope ¡ª miles and miles away across the moors!¡± She thrust something from her ¡ª the telescope presumably. She sat upright. ¡°So he ran down the stairs. He ran through the fields. He ran down lanes, out upon the high road, through woods. He ran for miles and miles, and just when the stars were showing above the trees he reached the house . . . covered with dust, streaming with sweat. . . . .¡± She stopped, as if she saw him. ¡°And then, and then . . . what did he do then What did he say And the girl . . . ¡± they pressed her. A shaft of light fell upon Mrs. Ivimey as if someone had focussed the lens of a telescope upon her. (It was the air force, looking for enemy air craft.) She had risen. She had something blue on her head. She had raised her hand, as if she stood in a doorway, amazed. ¡°Oh the girl. . . . She was my ¡ª¡± she hesitated, as if she we. Mens Air Max 90 VT re about to say ¡°myself.¡± But she remembered; and corrected herself. ¡°She was my great-grand-mother,¡± she said. She turned to look for her cloak. It was on a chair behind her. ¡°But tell us ¡ª what about the other man, the man who came round the corner¡± they asked. ¡°That man Oh, that man,¡± Mrs. Ivimey murmured, stooping to fumble with her cloak (the searchlight had left the balcony), ¡°he I suppose, vanished.¡± ¡°The light,¡± she added, gathering her things about her, ¡°only falls here and there.¡± The searchlight had passed on. It was now focussed on the plain expanse of Buckingham Palace. And it was time they went on to the play. Chapter 16 The Legacy ¡°For Sissy Miller.¡± Gilbert Clandon, taking up the pearl brooch that lay among a litter of rings and brooches on a little table in his wife¡¯s drawing-room, read the inscription: ¡°For Sissy Miller, with my love.¡± It was like Angela to have remembered even Sissy Miller, her secretary. Yet how strange it was, Gilbert Clandon thought once more, that she had left everything in such order ¡ª a little gift of some sort for every one of her friends. It was as if she had foreseen her death. Yet she had been in perfect health when she left the house that morning, six weeks ago; when she stepped off the kerb in Piccadilly and the car had killed her. He was waiting for Sissy Miller. He had asked her to come; he owed her,
one to talk tonothing whatever to do. The whole world stretched before him. The moor rising and falling; the sky meeting the moor; green and blue, green and blue, for ever and ever.¡± In the half light, they could see that Mrs. Ivimey was leaning over the balcony, with her chin propped on her hands, as if she were looking out over the moors from the top of a tower. ¡°Nothing but moor and sky, moor and sky, for ever and ever,¡± she murmured. Then she made a movement, as if she swung something into position. ¡°But what did the earth look like through the telescope¡± she asked. She made another quick little movement with her fingers as if she were twirling something. ¡°He focussed it,¡± she said. ¡°He focussed it upon the earth. He focussed it upon a dark mass of wood upon the horizon. He focussed it so that he could see . . . each tree . . . each tree separate . . . and the birds . . . rising and falling . . . and a stem of smoke . . . there . . . in the midst of the trees. . . . And then . . . lower . . . lower . . . (she lowered her eyes) . . . there was a house . . . a house among the trees . . . a farm-house . . . every brick showed . . . and the tubs on either side of the door . . . with flowers in them blue, pink, hydrangeas, perhaps. . . . ¡± She paused . . . ¡°And then a girl came out of the house . . . w. Cheap Air Max 90 earing something blue upon her head . . . and stood there . . . feeding birds . . . pigeons . . . they came fluttering round her. . . . And then . . . look . . . A man. . . . A man! He came round the corner. He seized her in his arms! They kissed . . . they kissed.¡± Mrs. Ivimey opened her arms and closed them as if she were kissing someone. ¡°It was the first time he had seen a man kiss a woman ¡ª in his telescope ¡ª miles and miles away across the moors!¡± She thrust something from her ¡ª the telescope presumably. She sat upright. ¡°So he ran down the stairs. He ran through the fields. He ran down lanes, out upon the high road, through woods. He ran for miles and miles, and just when the stars were showing above the trees he reached the house . . . covered with dust, streaming with sweat. . . . .¡± She stopped, as if she saw him. ¡°And then, and then . . . what did he do then What did he say And the girl . . . ¡± they pressed her. A shaft of light fell upon Mrs. Ivimey as if someone had focussed the lens of a telescope upon her. (It was the air force, looking for enemy air craft.) She had risen. She had something blue on her head. She had raised her hand, as if she stood in a doorway, amazed. ¡°Oh the girl. . . . She was my ¡ª¡± she hesitated, as if she we. Mens Air Max 90 VT re about to say ¡°myself.¡± But she remembered; and corrected herself. ¡°She was my great-grand-mother,¡± she said. She turned to look for her cloak. It was on a chair behind her. ¡°But tell us ¡ª what about the other man, the man who came round the corner¡± they asked. ¡°That man Oh, that man,¡± Mrs. Ivimey murmured, stooping to fumble with her cloak (the searchlight had left the balcony), ¡°he I suppose, vanished.¡± ¡°The light,¡± she added, gathering her things about her, ¡°only falls here and there.¡± The searchlight had passed on. It was now focussed on the plain expanse of Buckingham Palace. And it was time they went on to the play. Chapter 16 The Legacy ¡°For Sissy Miller.¡± Gilbert Clandon, taking up the pearl brooch that lay among a litter of rings and brooches on a little table in his wife¡¯s drawing-room, read the inscription: ¡°For Sissy Miller, with my love.¡± It was like Angela to have remembered even Sissy Miller, her secretary. Yet how strange it was, Gilbert Clandon thought once more, that she had left everything in such order ¡ª a little gift of some sort for every one of her friends. It was as if she had foreseen her death. Yet she had been in perfect health when she left the house that morning, six weeks ago; when she stepped off the kerb in Piccadilly and the car had killed her. He was waiting for Sissy Miller. He had asked her to come; he owed her,
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