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r06-115-06.png | doesn't he ? ' During the journey I read |
r06-115-07.png | newspapers and watched her pretty |
r06-115-08.png | frowning face as she turned the |
r06-115-09.png | pages of Babel , for she was determined |
r06-115-10.png | to let nothing get between her and |
r06-121-00.png | At the school , which is charming , ci- |
r06-121-01.png | vilised and expensive , the two children |
r06-121-02.png | walked together across green fields , and |
r06-121-03.png | I followed , seeing how the sun gilded |
r06-121-04.png | their bright friendly heads turned |
r06-121-05.png | towards each other as they talked . In |
r06-121-06.png | Catherine's left hand she carried the |
r06-121-07.png | stories of Isaac Babel . After lunch we |
r06-121-08.png | went to the pictures . Philip allowed |
r06-121-09.png | # it to be seen that he thought going to |
r06-121-10.png | the pictures just for the fun of it was |
r06-126-00.png | For his sake we chose the more |
r06-126-01.png | serious of the two films that were |
r06-126-02.png | showing in the little town . It was |
r06-126-03.png | about a good priest who helped cri- |
r06-126-04.png | minals in New York . His goodness , how- |
r06-126-05.png | ever , was not enough to prevent one |
r06-126-06.png | of them from being sent to the gas |
r06-126-07.png | chamber ; and Philip and I waited with |
r06-126-08.png | Catherine in the dark until she had stopped |
r06-126-09.png | crying and could face the light of a golden |
r06-126-10.png | evening . |
r06-130-00.png | At the entrance of the cinema the |
r06-130-01.png | doorman was lying in wait for anyone |
r06-130-02.png | who had red eyes . Grasping Catherine |
r06-130-03.png | by her suffering arm , he said bitterly : |
r06-130-04.png | ' Yes , why are you crying , he had to be |
r06-130-05.png | punished for his crime , didn't he ? ' Cathe- |
r06-130-06.png | rine stared at him , incredulous . Philip |
r06-130-07.png | rescued her by saying with disdain : |
r06-130-08.png | ' Some people don't know right from wrong |
r06-130-09.png | even when its demonstrated to them . ' |
r06-137-00.png | The doorman turned his attention |
r06-137-01.png | to the next red-eyed emerger from the |
r06-137-02.png | dark ; and we went on together to |
r06-137-03.png | the station , the children silent because |
r06-137-04.png | of the cruelty of the world . Finally Catherine |
r06-137-05.png | said , her eyes wet again : ' I think its all |
r06-137-06.png | absolutely beastly , and I can't bear to think |
r06-137-07.png | about it . ' And Philip said : ' But we 've got |
r06-137-08.png | to think about it , don't you see , because |
r06-137-09.png | if we don't it 'll just go on and on , don't |
r06-137-10.png | you see ? ' |
r06-143-00.png | In the train going back to London I sat |
r06-143-01.png | beside # Catherine . She had the stories open |
r06-143-02.png | in front of her , but she said : ' Philip 's awfully lucky . |
r06-143-03.png | I wish I went to that school . Did you notice |
r06-143-04.png | that girl who said hullo to him in the garden ? |