The Tysons (Mr. and Mrs. Nevill Tyson)Sinclair, May
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The Tysons (Mr. and Mrs. Nevill Tyson)
Sinclair, May
Married people -- Fiction
"I see. And you were there in that great splodge in the middle. Go on.
What did you do then?"
The walking-stick staggered in a wavering line eastwards. But before it
could join the Nile, Mrs. Nevill Tyson had rubbed out the map, campaign
and all, with the tips of her shoes.
"There's a park-keeper coming," said she, "he'll wonder why we're making
such a mess of his nice gravel-walk."
The park-keeper came, he looked at the gravel and frowned, he looked at
Mrs. Nevill Tyson, smiled benignly, and passed on. Perhaps he wondered.
They got up and walked as far as the Corner, where they looked at the
Achilles statue. Under the shadow of the pedestal Mrs. Nevill Tyson took
a bunch of violets from her waistband.
"What are you going to do with that?" said Louis.
"I'm going to stick it in Achilles' buttonhole. Oh, I see, Achilles
hasn't got a buttonhole. I must put it in yours then."
She put it in.
Louis's dark face flushed. "Why did you do that?"
"I did that--Because you are a brave man, and I like brave men."
Still under the shadow of the pedestal, he took her by both hands and
looked into her eyes. "What are you going to do now?" said he.
"Nothing. We must go back. We have gone too far," said she.
"Too far?" He dropped her hands.
She smiled in the old ambiguous, maddening way. "Yes; much too far. We
shall be late for dinner."
They turned back by the way they had come. Near the Marble Arch a small
crowd was gathered round a poor street preacher with a raucous voice.
They could hear him as they passed.
"We're all sinners," shouted the preacher. (They stopped and looked at
each other with a faint smile. All sinners--that was what Nevill used to
say, all sinners--or fools.) "We're all sinners, you and me, but Jesus
can save us. 'E loves sinners. 'E bears their sins; your sins an' my
sins, dear brethren; 'e bears the sins of the 'ole world. Why, that's
wot 'e came inter the world for--to save sinners. Ter save 'em from death
an' everlasting 'ell! That's wot Jesus does for sinners."
Oh, Molly, Molly, what has he done for fools?
He took her to Ridgmount Gardens, and left her at the door of the flat.
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