Air And Angels
“And Miss Hartshorn had felt her own responsibility keenly.
They had shared a cabin, they had eaten quietly together, they had sat out on deck, through the hot days, and late into the beautiful, star-filled evenings, reading aloud from Miss Hartshorn’s books, discussing poetry, and drama and prose, ideas and images, they had done crossword puzzles and played elaborate games of patience, and walked up and down, up and down. And Miss Hartshorn had talked.
Kitty had not allowed herself to t...hink, to dwell on home and the past, or to speculate about the future, and the enormity of what she was doing.
But after a week, of restless, cramped nights in the close, dark little cabin, perhaps even less than a week, she had grown restless, had looked away from the books, and up and about her, wandered off alone sometimes, had hidden on the far side of the ship and leaned on the rail, and watched the flying fish soar past like flights of silver arrows, catching the sun, and felt by turn tremendous energy, and surges of excitement, so that she thought she might have leaped up like the fish and touched the sun; and fear, terrible fear, that threatened to obliterate her.MoreLess
They had shared a cabin, they had eaten quietly together, they had sat out on deck, through the hot days, and late into the beautiful, star-filled evenings, reading aloud from Miss Hartshorn’s books, discussing poetry, and drama and prose, ideas and images, they had done crossword puzzles and played elaborate games of patience, and walked up and down, up and down. And Miss Hartshorn had talked.
Kitty had not allowed herself to t...hink, to dwell on home and the past, or to speculate about the future, and the enormity of what she was doing.
But after a week, of restless, cramped nights in the close, dark little cabin, perhaps even less than a week, she had grown restless, had looked away from the books, and up and about her, wandered off alone sometimes, had hidden on the far side of the ship and leaned on the rail, and watched the flying fish soar past like flights of silver arrows, catching the sun, and felt by turn tremendous energy, and surges of excitement, so that she thought she might have leaped up like the fish and touched the sun; and fear, terrible fear, that threatened to obliterate her.MoreLess
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