Agatha Christie The Hollow Chapter I At 6:13 a.m. ... - bzelbublive.info

Chapter XXVIIImidge, lying dry eyed and awake in the darkness, turned restlessly on her pillows.She heard a door unlatch, a footstep in the corridor outside passing her door . . . Itwas Edward's door and Edward's step . . . She switched on the lamp by her bed andlooked at the clock that stood by the lamp on the table. It was ten minutes to three.Edward passing her door and going down the stairs at this hour in the morning. It wasodd. They had all gone to bed early, at half past ten. She herself had not slept, hadlain there with burning eyelids and with a dry achingmisery racking her feverishly. She had heard the clock strike downstairs--hadheard owls hoot outside her bedroom window. Had felt that depression that reaches^s nadir at 2:00 a.m. Had thought to herself "i can't bear it--1 can't bear it.Tomorrow coming--another day . . . Day after day to be got through." Banis^d by^er own act from Ainswick --from ^11 ^e loveliness and dearness of Amswic^which might have been her very own possession. But b^ner banishment, betterloneliness, better a ^ab and uninteresting life, than life with Edward and Henrietta'sghost. Until that day ^ ^e wood she had not known her own cap^ity for bitterjealousy. And after all, Edward had never told herthat he l^yed her. Affection, kindliness, he had nev^ pretended to more than that. Shehad accepted the limitation, and not until she had realized what it would mean to liveat close quarters with an Edward whose mind and heart had Henrietta as a permanentgu^t, did she know that for her Edward s affection was not enough-. Edwardwalking past her door, down the front sta^s It was odd--very odd--where was hegoing? Uneasiness grew upon her. It was all part and parc^ of the uneasiness thatThe Hollow gave her nowadays. What was Edward doing downstairs in the small