THE TRESPASSER
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She pointed to some faded-looking cards which proved to be imaginary views of Alum Bay done in variegated sand. Siegmund smiled.
“I wonder if they dribbled the sand on with a fine glass tube,” he said.
“Or a brush,” said Helena.
“She does not understand,” said Siegmund to himself. “And whatever I do I must not tell her. I should have thought she would understand.”
As he walked home beside her there mingled with his other feelings resentment against her. Almost he hated her.
