' There was a sound of someone scratching gently at the window.
As soon as shewas indoors she fell into my arms, all wet, cheek wet, hair bedraggled,shivering. Gasping, she pulled the last bundle of paper out of the stovewith her bare hands. I stamped out theflames with my foot and she collapsed on the divan and burst intoconvulsive, uncontrollable tears. ' " I shall make you better," she murmured, burying her head in myshoulder. Thenwith clamped lips she started to collect and sort the burnt sheets of paper.
' When she was calm again I said : ' " I suddenly felt I hated the novel and I was afraid. Ifeel terrible." ' She sat up and said : ' " God how ill you look. It was a chapter from somewhere in the middle of the book, I forget which.
She carefully piled up the sheets, wrapped them up into a parcel and tied itwith string.
All her movements showed that she was a determined woman whowas in absolute command of herself.
She asked for a glass of wine and havingdrunk it said calmly : ' " This is how one pays for lying," she said, " and I don't want to goon lying any more.