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He asting away Already when the child was born he

see but skin and bone and fixed idea She watched hi, nursed hi A darkness was on her, like ree, e When her husband died, she was

relieved He would no longer dart about her

England fitted her nness She

had known a little of the language before co, and a sort of

parrot- of the English, nor of English life Indeed, these did

not exist for her She was like one walking in the Underworld,

where the shades throng intelligibly but have no connection with

one She felt the English people as a potent, cold, slightly

hostile host alish people themselves were almost deferential to her,

the Church saw that she did not want She walked without

passion, like a shade, tor husband with his tortured eyes and the skin

drawn tight over his face, he was as a vision to her, not a

reality In a vision he was buried and put away Then the vision

ceased, she was untroubled, ti journey where she sat unconscious as the landscape

unrolled beside her When she rocked her baby at evening, , or she talked sometimes to

herself in Polish Otherwise she did not think of Poland, nor of