Коллекционер
Chapter 1
"ButI’dbeonparole."
Takeitorleaveit,Isaid.
"Thebath?"
Icouldfixupsomething,Isaid.
"Iwantaproperbathinaproperbath.Theremustbeoneupstairs."
SomethingIthoughtalotaboutwashowIwouldlikehertoseemyhouseandallthefurnishings!ItwaspartlyIwantedtoseeherthereinit,naturallywhenIhaddreamsshewasupstairswithme,notdowninthecellar.I’mlikethat,Iactonimpulsesometimes,takingrisksotherswouldn’t.
I’llsee,Isaid.I’dhavetomakearrangements.
"IfIgaveyoumyword,Iwouldn’tbreakit."
I’msure,Isaid.
Sothatwasthat.
Itseemedtocleartheair,sotospeak.Irespectedherandsherespectedmemoreafterwards.Thefirstthingshedidwaswriteoutalistofthingsshewanted.Ihadtofindanart-shopinLewesandbuyspecialpaperandallsortsofpencilsandthings:sepiaandChineseinkandbrushes,specialhairandsizesandmakes.Thentherewerethingsfromthechemist:smell-removersandsoon.Itwasadangergettingladies’thingsIcouldn’twantformyself,butItooktherisk.Thenshewrotedownfoodtobuy,shehadtohavefreshcoffee,andalotoffruitandvegetablesandgreens—shewasveryparticularaboutthat.
