You can afford to be above a grudge
against me."
"I don't hold any grudge," Hollister answered truthfully.
"I'm going down to the house, now," Myra said. "I wanted to talk to
you openly, and I'm glad I did. I think and think sometimes until I
feel like a rat in a trap. And you are the only one here I can really
talk to. You've been through the mill and you won't misunderstand."
"Ah," he said. "Is Charlie Mills devoid of understanding, or Lawanne?"
She looked at him fixedly for a second.
"You are very acute," she observed. "Some time I may tell you about
Charlie Mills. Certainly I'd never reveal my soul to Archie Lawanne.
He'd dissect it and gloat over it and analyze it in his next book. And
neither of them will ever be quite able to abandon the idea that a
creature like me is something to be pursued and captured."
She turned away. Hollister saw her go into the house. He could picture
the two of them there together. Doris and Myra bending over young
Robert, who was now beginning to lie with wide-open blue eyes, in
which the light of innocent wonder, of curiosity, began to show, to
wave his arms and grope with tiny, uncertain hands.
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