William Faulkner, SANCTUARY â WordPress.com - literature save 2
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not hungry. Isn't that funny? I haven't eaten in . . ." She looked at the woman's back with<br />
a fixed placative grimace. "You haven't got a bathroom, have you?"<br />
"What?" the woman said. She looked at Temple across her shoulder while Temple<br />
stared at her with that grimace of cringing and placative assurance. From a shelf the<br />
woman took a mail-order catalogue and tore out a few leaves and handed them to<br />
Temple. "You'll have to go to the barn, like we do."<br />
"Will I'll' Temple said, holding the paper. "The barn."<br />
"They're all gone," the woman said. "They wont be back this morning."<br />
"Yes," Temple said. "The barn."<br />
"Yes; the barn," the woman said. "Unless you're too pure to have to."<br />
"Yes," Temple said. She looked out the door, across the weed-choked clearing.<br />
Between the sombre spacing of the cedars the orchard lay bright in the sunlight. She<br />
donned the coat and hat and went toward the barn, the torn leaves in her hand, splotched<br />
over with small cuts of clothes-pins and patent wringers and washing-powder, and<br />
entered the hallway. She stopped, folding and folding the sheets, then she went on, with<br />
swift, cringing glances at the empty stalls. She walked right through the barn. It was open<br />
at the back, upon a mass of jimson weed in savage white-and-lavender bloom. She<br />
walked on into the sunlight again, into the weeds. Then she began to run, snatching her<br />
feet up almost before they touched the earth, the weeds slashing at her with huge, moist,<br />
malodorous blossoms. She stooped and twisted through a fence of sagging rusty wire and<br />
ran downhill among trees.<br />
At the bottom of the hill a narrow scar of sand divided the two slopes of a small<br />
valley, winding in a series of dazzling splotches where the sun found it. Temple stood in<br />
the sand, listening to the birds among the sunshot leaves, listening, looking about. She<br />
followed the dry runlet to where a jutting shoulder formed a nook matted with briers.<br />
Among the new green last year's dead leaves from the branches overhead clung, not yet<br />
fallen to earth. She stood here for a while, folding and folding the sheets in her fingers, in<br />
a kind of despair. When she rose she saw, upon the glittering mass of leaves along the<br />
crest of the ditch, the squatting outline of a man.<br />
For an instant she stood and watched herself run out of her body, out of one<br />
slipper. She watched her legs twinkle against the sand, through the flecks of sunlight, for<br />
several yards, then whirl and run back and snatch up the slipper and whirl and run again.<br />
When she caught a glimpse of the house she was opposite the front porch. The<br />
blind man sat in a chair, his face lifted into the sun. At the edge of the woods she stopped<br />
and put on the slipper. She crossed the ruined lawn and sprang onto the porch and ran<br />
down the hall. When she reached the back porch she saw a man in the door of the barn,<br />
looking toward the house. She crossed the porch in two strides and entered the kitchen,<br />
where the woman sat at the table, smoking, the child on her lap.<br />
"He was watching me!" Temple said. "He was watching me all the time!" She<br />
leaned beside the door, peering out, then she came to the woman, her face small and pale,<br />
her eyes like holes burned with a cigar, and laid her hand on the cold stove.<br />
"Who was?" the woman said.<br />
"Yes," Temple said. "He was there in the bushes, watching me all the time." She<br />
looked toward the door, then back at the woman, and saw her hand lying on the stove.<br />
She snatched it up with a wailing shriek, clapping it against her mouth, and turned and<br />
ran toward the door. The woman caught her arm, still carrying the child on the other, and