Chapter 4

           Asithappened,thingsturnedoutratherdifferent.

           Ididn’twakeuptillafterten,itwasanotherniceday.IhadbreakfastandthenIwentintoLewesandIgottheasprosandflowersandcamebackandwentdownandthenIthoughtIwouldjusthavealastlookthroughherthings.ItwasluckyIdid.Ifoundherdiarywhichshowssheneverlovedme,sheonlythoughtofherselfandtheothermanallthetime.

           Asitsohappens,anyway,assoonasIwokeupIbegantohavemoresensibleideas,it’sjustlikemetoseeonlythedarksidelastthingatnightandtowakeupdifferent.

           TheseideascamewhileIwashavingbreakfast,notdeliberate,theyjustcame.AbouthowIcouldgetridofthebody.Ithought,ifIwasn’tgoingtodieinafewhours,Icoulddothisandthat.Ihadalotofideas.IthoughthowIwouldliketoproveitcouldbedone.Nobodyfindingout.

           Itwasalovelymorning.ThecountryroundLewesisverypretty.

           IalsothoughtthatIwasactingasifIkilledher,butshedied,afterall.Adoctorprobablycouldhavedonelittlegood,inmyopinion.Itwastoofargone.

           AnotherthingthatmorninginLewes,itwasarealcoincidence,Iwasjustdrivingtotheflower-shopwhenagirlinanoverallcrossedthecrossingwhereIstoppedtoletpeopleover.Foramomentitgavemeaturn,IthoughtIwasseeingaghost,shehadthesamehair,exceptitwasnotsolong;ImeanshehadthesamesizeandthesamewayofwalkingasMiranda.