Chapters (25)
- Title Page
- INTRODUCTION
- ADVENTURES IN THE SKIN TRADE
- AFTER THE FAIR
- THE ENEMIES
- THE TREE
- THE VISITOR
- THE LEMON
- THE BURNING BABY
- THE ORCHARDS
- THE MOUSE AND THE WOMAN
- THE HORSE’S HA
- A PROSPECT OF THE SEA
- THE HOLY SIX
- PROLOGUE TO AN ADVENTURE
- THE MAP OF LOVE
- IN THE DIRECTION OF THE BEGINNING
- AN ADVENTURE FROM A WORK IN PROGRESS
- THE SCHOOL FOR WITCHES
- THE DRESS
- THE VEST
- THE TRUE STORY
- THE FOLLOWERS
- Other Titles
- Copyright
Inside there was a meal to be prepared for the old woman, potatoes to be mashed up in the tea. With the knife in her hand and the skins in her lap, she thought of the murder she was about to do. The knife made the only sound, the wind had dropped down, her heart was as quiet as though she had wrapped it up. Nothing moved in the cottage; her hand was dead on her lap; she could not think that smoke went up the chimney and out into the still sky. Her mind, alone in the world, was ticking away. Then, when all things were dead, a cock crew, and she remembered the boy who would soon be back from market. She had made up her mind to kill before he returned, but the grave must be dug and the hole filled up. Helen felt her hand die again in her lap. And in the middle of death she heard the boy’s hand lift the latch. He came into the kitchen, saw that she was cleaning potatoes, and dropped his handkerchief on the table. Hearing the rattle of money, she looked up at him and smiled. He had never seen her smile before.
Soon she put his meal in front of him, and sat sideways by the fire. As he raised the knife to his mouth, he felt the full glance of her eyes on the sides of his eyes. “Have you taken up her dinner?” he asked. She did not answer. When he had finished he stood up from the table and asked, “Is there anything you want me to do?” as he had asked a thousand times. “Yes,” said Helen.
She had never said “Yes” to him before. He had never heard a woman speak as she did then. The first shadow of her breast had never been so dark. He stumbled across the kitchen to her and she lifted her hands to her shoulders. “What will you do for me?” she said, and loosened the straps of her frock so that it fell about her and left her breast bare. She took his hand and placed it on her flesh. He stared at her nakedness, then said her name and caught hold of her. She held him close. “What will you do for me?” She let her frock fall on the floor and tore the rest of her clothes away. “You will do what I want,” she said as his hands dropped on her.