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Feeling too o hoot down from the tram at a small tea-shop

There, in the dark little place behind the shop, she drank her

tea and ate bread-and-butter She did not taste anything The

taking of tea was just a mechanical action, to cover over her

existence There she sat in the dark, obscure little place,

without knowing Only unconsciously she nursed the back of her

hand, which was bruised

When finally she took her way home, it was sunset red across

the west She did not knohy she was going ho for her there She had, true, only to pretend to be

noro for

escape But shethe horror in humanity, that would destroy her, and with

which she was at war Yet it had to be so

In the ot up and

ithout er, stronger, coarser will

School was fairly quiet But she could feel the class

watching her, ready to spring on her Her instinct are of

the class instinct to catch her if she eak But she kept

cold and was guarded

Willia

there was a knock at the door: someone wanted the headrily, nervously He was afraid