‘Could she have been a spy, after all?’ ‘Oh, she’s not a spy,’ Gerald answered, almost absently. " "Oh, I see. ” Michelle stared at Lucy briefly. “But you yourself,” she exclaimed, glancing into his face, “you too look tired. Love!” He held her arm and abandoned it again at her quick defensive movement. 48 <6> THE FRIDAY NIGHT SHOW The air was chill and the sky overcast and misting. For four hours he had shifted his own troubles to the shoulders of these imaginative characters. When he found himself thinking about it, it upset him so that he at once resorted to distraction. It is the immediate inspiration of confidence; it alleviates pain, because we know by that smile that pain is soon to leave us; it becomes the bulwark against our depressive thoughts of death; and it is the promise that we still have a long way to go before we reach the Great Terminal. He worked afternoons, when everybody else went to sleep; he worked at night under a heat-giving light, with insects buzzing and dropping about, with a blue haze of tobacco smoke that tried to get out and could not. " "Ah, I see.
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