a sample bottle of red wine, an open tin of baked beans,
samples that had been analiyzed and were now 'to be disposed
of', as the instructions in the Code Books put it.
"Silly of you, wasn't it?" She smiled up at him
with a kind of tender amusement.
Phil spoke dreamily, as of something that could have
no part or lot in any life of hers.
"Well, what do you wish?"
She was beginning to realise the truth.
"I'm glad of that," he said.
"Might have been a painter,"
She paused,
horribly,
half cynical, half indulgent,
It was so like Elspeth-
-to say that.
Rather to her own surprise,
Instead of answering her he got up and paced the
a sample bottle of red wine, an open tin of baked beans,
samples that had been analiyzed and were now 'to be disposed
of', as the instructions in the Code Books put it.
"Silly of you, wasn't it?" She smiled up at him
with a kind of tender amusement.
Phil spoke dreamily, as of something that could have
no part or lot in any life of hers.
"Well, what do you wish?"
She was beginning to realise the truth.
"I'm glad of that," he said.
"Might have been a painter,"
She paused,
horribly,
half cynical, half indulgent,
It was so like Elspeth-
-to say that.
Rather to her own surprise,
Instead of answering her he got up and paced the