ogets of t greedy because the grub she shovels down gives her dyspepsia.
Ss rougcerion. Bread, meat, cabbage, potatoes -- Abby made merrily slaps on table boiled dinners, boiled fish, cornmeal mush, Indian pudding, johnnycakes, cookies.
But touctle meal cookies, raisin cookies. But icky bro too far, t sin mig around tomac immediately palpitate like a guilty conscience.
dress is cut on ts except for tall. t is t wife died.
Last nigor oil, due to tion t kept ting t before t; ts of ts beneat is fit to make a se.
Back to back t a s, ained room, in o move.
t daughe locked door.
Look at ty!
Sop s and tside, to s sun floods t t so bed as for a levée in a pretty, ruffled nigce muslin el pink satin ts of t not t;naugiesquot; every teamseriors? But dont to e Carlo tticoats for fun and profit, but not in Fall River. Oable privacy of , Lizzie puts on a ricty nigoo.
But she is plain.
tdress is rucked up above less sleeper. , dry, reddisatic, slipping loose from t-time plait, crisps and stutters over t wcomaced arc some earlier hour.
Lizzie an affectionate diminutive but tened. Since s;Lizziequot;, so e and fancy prolongation of quot;Elizabet;? A miser in everyt to ;Lizziequot; it ark and unadorned, and s thing.
Noy and yet t mot remember remains an abiding source of grief: quot;If mot.quot;
in , lost in a nostalgia for unkno ter ter, Emma, reasures of a Neers upon ttle t, perural mot Mrs Borden, subject as so fits of sudden, c to Old Borden on ? But Lizzie loves . Lizzie adores ter ook to her wife.
tctle, like ts. isfying, full of vague terrors and indeterminate menaces to a name or form once s all s, stifling nigroubled, too, by vague nausea and tallic smell of menstrual blood.
Yesterday evening s of to visit a ated; s picking nervously at t of her dress.
quot;I am afraid. . . t somebody. . . ; said Lizzie.
quot;Mrs Borden. . .quot; and at Miss Russell. . . quot;Mrs Borden -- orying to poison us!quot;
So call epmot;mot;, as duty bade, but, after a quarrel about money after y to epmoty, spoke of quot;Mrs Bordenquot; ; to oo.
quot;Last nig felt myself all day, I so strange. So very. . . strange.quot;
For t fits. Since a c;peculiar spellsquot;, as time called odd lapses of beed, involuntary trances, moments of disconnection. times o discover an explanation o mention t;peculiar spellsquot;. Everyone kne the Borden girls.
quot;Somete? It must en. erdays supper?quot; solicitously queried kind Miss Russell.
quot;armed-over s take muc ed up tovers for supper but, again, for myself, I could only get doe up te t.quot; (Note of smugness, here.)
quot;O, t! t ster to give you twice-cooked fis;
It time of too; ell by a certain ility forbade o mention t. But it into tire ?
quot;ts,quot; Lizzie pursued remorselessly, keeping ips. quot;So many people, you understand, dislike fat;
t be denied. Miss Russell politely remained mute.
quot;Mrs Borden oor and sed at old pay a doctors bills ed at tor and all t; and , pale eyelas on ;suc, yes of deatside t odd, at unexpected e at nig sleep in t, trees, in ts poison in ter t;
quot;ing you?quot; asked Miss Russell, properly dismayed.
quot;Since. . . t; said Lizzie and suddenly looked Miss Russell full in triump, yet veiled. And on pecking a t of rying to unpick the shirring.
Miss Russell kne of Lizzies imagination. All in a rus patience anding outside s about for o reassure.
quot;But Bridget is up and about is busy and bustling, too; poison in eit looks on? O is t, tolerable ts put us all out of sorts, makes us fractious and nervous, makes us sick. So easy to imagine terrible taints t youd planned to go ao t you plan to take a little ;
Lizzie neit continues to ant business in Fall River? Only t morning, been doo tore to try to buy some prussic acid ell kind Miss Russell so stay in Fall River and murder s?
S to tore on treet in order to buy prussic acid but nobody to y- talk of poison in ting opsy race of poison in tomac. S try to poison t in mind to poison t so buy poison. t can she be planning, now?
quot;And t; so t;o upon an axe!quot;
badly.
room of not ungenerous dimensions, seeing t is ting room and oo, for tacked books of table organisations ime. t and Flo old in al s; tian temperance Union, for s signatures for petitions against tian Endeavour, is -- to committees ers of to exist? trougion; and tion -- no class nor kind is safe from y.
Bureau; dressing-table; closet; bed; sofa. Sure in a circumscribed, undeviating, planetary round. S all day. A sains a book or ty Did. On tograpimentally inscribed, ucked inside one frame, a picture postcard sten peeking tercolour of a Cape Cod seascape executed amateur incompetence. A monocograp, a Delia Robbia madonna and t in tively o Europe.
Europe!
For dont you remember y did next? tory-book ook teamso smoky old London, to elegant, fascinating Paris, to sunny, antique Rome and Florence, tory-book self before eresting series of magic-lantern slides on a gigantic screen. All is present and all unreal. tore Dame; click. tine Cs go out and she dark again.
Of tained only t circumspect of souvenirs, t madonna, t Mona Lisa, reproductions of objects of art consecrated by a universal approval of taste. If samped quot;Never to be Forgottenquot;, s t out to see it and on o dream, transformed not into lived experience but into memory, wher kind of dreaming.
istfully: quot;;
But ts ;;
Because a good deal, in fact most, of tification trip gave out from Fall River group of ters of respectable and affluent mill-oreet, so move comfortably in t of Fall River society to from ricities excluded ate-rooms, sravelled togeteel gaggle t bore its doom already upon it, for t marry, no ained from ty and excitement of trip ing up lements.
All girls pusy, privileged to go out and look at to tion of Neer it touc not get tied or tionate companionse ain steadfast, determined quality about it as t of t.
It rip, in some rip, it ended at t out. le, and t, epmotting in t budged a single inc ster.
tepmother oppressed her like a spell.
to oture and never anyto look foro, nothing.
to s for Lizzies trip to Europe, to see daylig no extravagance is too excessive for ter so pleases and o dress up fine! Sed to dandyism. s for to the deserving poor.
lives under the dollar.
S, a kitten or a puppy, soo, poor, able all er. So keep some er pigeons in table, t look like stlecocks and go quot;vroo crooquot;, soft as a cloud.
Surviving pograp is difficult to look at as if you kne s cast ts -- someterrible, somets jutting, rectangular jas, eyes t belong to a person en to you. . . fanatics eyes, you mig ing tograpicular, sepia, faded face above t murmur t not even pause to pick and look at , in itself, a striking face.
But as soon as t it it again and again, it secretes mystery.
tration-camp attendant, and such eyes. . .
In ruly ed from ted by ograp look so mucreme solitude, oblivious of t camera in surprise you to learn t she is blind.
times looks at times eyes, as ther person.
quot;Lizzie is not oday.quot;
At times, times, so some aching moon and howled.
At otimes, scrying orting mirror reflects y of er. Ss on dresses and takes t . Ss ape-measure. Sigs ries on a , a little , a ctle straoque. Sures it pin. S up. Sakes t off. Spin into it rengt know she possessed.
time goes by and nothing happens.
Sraces tlines of ain ening t it isnt time to do t, yet: s ready to be seen, yet.
She is a girl of Sargasso calm.
So keep above table and feed t of to feel t scratc;vroo crooquot; e tenderness. Ser every day and cleaned up t Old Borden took a dislike to t got on ed some, t on ternoon ook out tc from t off, he did.
Abby fancied tered pigeons for a pie but Bridget t girl put do t: of Miss Lizzies beloved turtledoves? JesusMaryandJoseperistic impetuousness, urns and all! (ts trut.) Lizzie came and Flo to an old ; At hers.
S isnt ure, sill ers, but, tled red. ter try and pays for everyts, but all ted to gobble them up.
t is . t is ands it. S bear to cepmot, noakes seems to go: quot;Vroo croo.quot;
Old Borden cleaned off tc and put it back in t to t doo inspect trument of destruction. S up and weig in her hand.
t the spring.
tced mec relax, just relax, sension, saut as trings of a tunes t are not our tunes.
At t stroke of ty factory er blares, and te, anotacomet Mill, til every mill in tire to aloud in a common ant alleys o loom, to bobbin, to spindle, to dye-so places of s blacken, tter of the mills commences.
Bridgets clock leaps and ss c to sound its oal day, trembles on the brink of beginning.
Outside, above, in ts on tree.