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...his wife in navy-blue crèpe; and it was this, especially, that lent the scene an awful aura”
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Her bedroom window overlooked the garden, and now and then, usually when she was ‘having a bad spell', Mr Helm had seen her stand long hours gazing into the garden, as though what she saw bewitched her.
'When I was a girl,' she had once told a friend, 'I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things, and talked among themselves. And we could hear them if we really tried. It was just a matter of emptying your head of all other sounds. Being very quiet and listening very hard. Sometimes I still believe that. But one can never get quiet enough ...'
Remembering Bonnie at the window, M. Helm looked up, as though he expected to see her, a ghost behind the glass… But, as he subsequently described it, 'the sun was hitting that side of the house - it made the window glass waver, shimmeringly twisted what hung beyond it - and by the time Mr Helm had shielded his eyes, then looked again, the curtains had swung closed, the window was vacant."
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