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and if so, then how had she come to appeal
to so an exalted a personage? Her lovely eyes
moved, upwards to her husband's hand-some
face, and unconsciously she shook her head
in be-wilderment.
`I can't believe that I really belong here,' she
faltered, unsure of herself and feeling very,
very strange. `Is this
really my home ... for as long as I live?' Mary
had no idea why she had added those last
few words, since they weren't at all
necessary. But their effect on her husband
was almost dramatic. He turned his head
away swiftly, but before he did so she was
just able to catch his expression. The dark
eyes had shadowed in the most
incomprehensible and disturbing way; the
mouth - usually so sternly set as to appear
cold and austere - had actually quivered ...
just as if manifesting a deep regret! `Damns,'
she quivered, unknowingly putting a
trembling hand to her breast, `is - is
something wrong?'
He faced her then, and a smile transformed
his coun-tenance. His manner became gentle
and reassuring; it was as if, affected by those
words she had spoken, he had betrayed an
emotion which he now wished to erase
completely from her memory.
`Wrong, dear?' with a slight raising of his
brows in a gesture of inquiry. `Certainly not.'
He flicked a hand. `How do you like our new
house?'
`It's beautiful,' she breathed, her fears and
anxieties lost under his charming manner. 'Er
- did I see it before I went away?'
He nodded.
`Yes, dear. We chose it together.' Suave tone
and a direct stare. Mary suddenly felt safe,
and content.
`Some time, Damns, will you take me to see
our old house?'
He turned to close the car door.
`I think, Mary, that you should wait. You've
promised to consider this as a new life. If you
want to please me you'll do just that. Some
day,' he added as if it were an afterthought,
`we might go along and take a look.'
`It's far from here?'
`Very far,' without much expression. And with
that he took her arm and they proceeded
towards the wide white steps leading to the
front door of the house. But once on
the top step she turned around to take a full
view of the landscape with the panoramic
vista of mountains and lake, of olive-clothed
slopes and fields of corn and tobacco.
`I'm very happy,' she confided with a sweet
and serene smile. And secretly she said, on
noting the responding curve of her husband's
lips, `All that's required is for me to learn to
love you over again. Then everything will be
just perfect.!
'Come,' he said, `and meet Theophanes and
his daughter, Kyriaki.'
`They've come from the other house?' Mary's
voice quivered and she held back, watching
Damos fitting his key into the lock. `I'm - so -
afraid,' she added in a whisper. `What will
they think when I don't know anything about
them?'
`They're both newly employed by me,' he
returned un-emotionally, his attention with
the task in hand. `Our other servants went
when we left the house.'
`They did?' with a swift and troubled frown.
`Is it usual to dismiss one's employees when
one moves?'
`They didn't want to come so far away from
their families,' explained Damos, taking his
key from the lock. `The Greek people are
always reluctant to move from their own
village.' Turning as he spoke, he gestured for
her to precede him into the long wide hall,
from the far end of which appeared the two
servants. `All they know is that you have
been visiting friends in England,' said Damos
softly in her ear, `so you'll not be subject to
any curiosity on their part.'
For this Mary was so thankful that she put
from her the matter of the previous servants.
In any case, her husband's explanation
seemed feasible enough, so she couldn't
quite see why some faint, intangible anxiety
had troubled her.
Both Theo and his daughter were fair-haired
and blue-
eyed, and as every Greek Mary had seen up
till now had been dark like her husband, she
naturally evinced some surprise. She was
later to learn from her husband that Theo and
Kyriaki were typical of some Greeks in this
part of the country, being descendants of the
blond Dorian invaders who had swarmed into
this region of Greece in very early times.
But meanwhile Mary found herself being
shown up to a beautiful room which, adjoining
that of Damos, com-manded the same
magnificent view across Lake Pambotis to the
massif of Mount Mitsikeli, from whose
spectacular precipices fell the torrents that
fed the lake.
`I unpack for you later, Mrs. Damos?' Kyriaki
smiled as she spoke, and her blue eyes shone
with admiration as she looked her mistress
over.
`Yes, please.' Mary felt awkward and totally
unsure of herself. It seemed impossible that
she had once been quite used to servants,
that she had spoken to them with the
confidence which they would expect from the
wife of a man like Damos.
`Very good, Mrs. Damos. If you want me
there is the bell which you press-' She
stopped and gestured apologetically. `I think
you would know about the bell - but Mr.
Damos he say that you have not been in this
house before?'
`That's correct, Kyriaki,' was all Mary
intended saying, and with a little bow the
Greek girl went quietly from the room.
All so new ... the country, the house, the
servants. And her husband. Not one thing
that could help her memory. All new ... A
frown gathered on Mary's brow. Surely there
was something strange about the whole
situation-Abruptly she cut her thoughts as the
doctor's words intruded.
`I really must resign myself,' she sighed. `I'm
beginning a new life, a new one. This I must
accept, and wait with [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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and if so, then how had she come to appeal
to so an exalted a personage? Her lovely eyes
moved, upwards to her husband's hand-some
face, and unconsciously she shook her head
in be-wilderment.
`I can't believe that I really belong here,' she
faltered, unsure of herself and feeling very,
very strange. `Is this
really my home ... for as long as I live?' Mary
had no idea why she had added those last
few words, since they weren't at all
necessary. But their effect on her husband
was almost dramatic. He turned his head
away swiftly, but before he did so she was
just able to catch his expression. The dark
eyes had shadowed in the most
incomprehensible and disturbing way; the
mouth - usually so sternly set as to appear
cold and austere - had actually quivered ...
just as if manifesting a deep regret! `Damns,'
she quivered, unknowingly putting a
trembling hand to her breast, `is - is
something wrong?'
He faced her then, and a smile transformed
his coun-tenance. His manner became gentle
and reassuring; it was as if, affected by those
words she had spoken, he had betrayed an
emotion which he now wished to erase
completely from her memory.
`Wrong, dear?' with a slight raising of his
brows in a gesture of inquiry. `Certainly not.'
He flicked a hand. `How do you like our new
house?'
`It's beautiful,' she breathed, her fears and
anxieties lost under his charming manner. 'Er
- did I see it before I went away?'
He nodded.
`Yes, dear. We chose it together.' Suave tone
and a direct stare. Mary suddenly felt safe,
and content.
`Some time, Damns, will you take me to see
our old house?'
He turned to close the car door.
`I think, Mary, that you should wait. You've
promised to consider this as a new life. If you
want to please me you'll do just that. Some
day,' he added as if it were an afterthought,
`we might go along and take a look.'
`It's far from here?'
`Very far,' without much expression. And with
that he took her arm and they proceeded
towards the wide white steps leading to the
front door of the house. But once on
the top step she turned around to take a full
view of the landscape with the panoramic
vista of mountains and lake, of olive-clothed
slopes and fields of corn and tobacco.
`I'm very happy,' she confided with a sweet
and serene smile. And secretly she said, on
noting the responding curve of her husband's
lips, `All that's required is for me to learn to
love you over again. Then everything will be
just perfect.!
'Come,' he said, `and meet Theophanes and
his daughter, Kyriaki.'
`They've come from the other house?' Mary's
voice quivered and she held back, watching
Damos fitting his key into the lock. `I'm - so -
afraid,' she added in a whisper. `What will
they think when I don't know anything about
them?'
`They're both newly employed by me,' he
returned un-emotionally, his attention with
the task in hand. `Our other servants went
when we left the house.'
`They did?' with a swift and troubled frown.
`Is it usual to dismiss one's employees when
one moves?'
`They didn't want to come so far away from
their families,' explained Damos, taking his
key from the lock. `The Greek people are
always reluctant to move from their own
village.' Turning as he spoke, he gestured for
her to precede him into the long wide hall,
from the far end of which appeared the two
servants. `All they know is that you have
been visiting friends in England,' said Damos
softly in her ear, `so you'll not be subject to
any curiosity on their part.'
For this Mary was so thankful that she put
from her the matter of the previous servants.
In any case, her husband's explanation
seemed feasible enough, so she couldn't
quite see why some faint, intangible anxiety
had troubled her.
Both Theo and his daughter were fair-haired
and blue-
eyed, and as every Greek Mary had seen up
till now had been dark like her husband, she
naturally evinced some surprise. She was
later to learn from her husband that Theo and
Kyriaki were typical of some Greeks in this
part of the country, being descendants of the
blond Dorian invaders who had swarmed into
this region of Greece in very early times.
But meanwhile Mary found herself being
shown up to a beautiful room which, adjoining
that of Damos, com-manded the same
magnificent view across Lake Pambotis to the
massif of Mount Mitsikeli, from whose
spectacular precipices fell the torrents that
fed the lake.
`I unpack for you later, Mrs. Damos?' Kyriaki
smiled as she spoke, and her blue eyes shone
with admiration as she looked her mistress
over.
`Yes, please.' Mary felt awkward and totally
unsure of herself. It seemed impossible that
she had once been quite used to servants,
that she had spoken to them with the
confidence which they would expect from the
wife of a man like Damos.
`Very good, Mrs. Damos. If you want me
there is the bell which you press-' She
stopped and gestured apologetically. `I think
you would know about the bell - but Mr.
Damos he say that you have not been in this
house before?'
`That's correct, Kyriaki,' was all Mary
intended saying, and with a little bow the
Greek girl went quietly from the room.
All so new ... the country, the house, the
servants. And her husband. Not one thing
that could help her memory. All new ... A
frown gathered on Mary's brow. Surely there
was something strange about the whole
situation-Abruptly she cut her thoughts as the
doctor's words intruded.
`I really must resign myself,' she sighed. `I'm
beginning a new life, a new one. This I must
accept, and wait with [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]