Коллекционер
Chapter 1
Ican’t,Isaid.Notnow.Ifeltlikeacruelking,herappealinglikeshedid.
"IfyouletmegonowIshallbegintoadmireyou.Ishallthink,hehadmeathismercy,buthewaschivalrous,hebehavedlikearealgentleman."
Ican’t,Isaid.Don’task.Pleasedon’task.
"Ishouldthink,someonelikethatmustbeworthknowing."Shesatperchedthere,watchingme.
I’vegottogonow,Isaid.IwentoutsofastIfelloverthetopstep.Shegotoffthedrawersandstoodlookingupatmeinthedoorwithastrangeexpression.
"Please,"shesaid.Verygentlyandnicely.Itwasdifficulttoresist.
Itwaslikenothavinganetandcatchingaspecimenyouwantedinyourfirstandsecondfingers(Iwasalwaysverycleveratthat),comingupslowlybehindandyouhadit,butyouhadtonipthethorax,anditwouldbequiveringthere.Itwasn’teasylikeitwaswithakilling-bottle.Anditwastwiceasdifficultwithher,becauseIdidn’twanttokillher,thatwasthelastthingIwanted.
Sheoftenwentonabouthowshehatedclassdistinction,butshenevertookmein.It’sthewaypeoplespeakthatgivesthemaway,notwhattheysay.Youonlyhadtoseeherdaintywaystoseehowshewasbroughtup.Shewasn’tla-di-da,likemany,butitwasthereallthesame.YoucouldseeitwhenshegotsarcasticandimpatientwithmebecauseIcouldn’texplainmyselforIdidthingswrong.Stopthinkingaboutclass,she’dsay.Likearichmantellingapoormantostopthinkingaboutmoney.
