Коллекционер
Chapter 1
IrealizeI’matyourmercy,IrealizeI’mveryluckyyou’resodecentaboutthisparticularthing."
Itwon’thappenagain,Isaid.
"That’swhatIwantedtosay.Ifitdoeshappenagain—andworse.Andyouhavetogivewaytoit.Iwantyoutopromisesomething."
Itwon’thappenagain.
"Nottodoitinameanway.Imeandon’tknockmeunconsciousorchloroformmeagainoranything.Ishan’tstruggle,I’llletyoudowhatyoulike."
Itwon’thappenagain,Isaid.Iforgotmyself.Ican’texplain.
"Theonlythingis,ifyoueverdoanythinglikethatIshallneverneverrespectyou,Ishallnever,neverspeaktoyouagain.Youunderstand?"
Iwouldn’texpectanythingelse,Isaid.Iwasredasabeetrootbythen.
Sheheldoutherhand.Ishookit.Idon’tknowhowIgot.outoftheroom.Shehadmeallatsixesandsevensthatevening.
Well,everydayitwasthesame:Iwentdownbetweeneightandnine,Igotherbreakfast,emptiedthebuckets,sometimeswetalkedabit,shegavemeanyshoppingshewanteddone(sometimesIstayedhomebutIwentoutmostdaysonaccountofthefreshvegetablesandmilksheliked),mostmorningsIcleanedupthehouseafterIgotbackfromLewes,thenherlunch,thenusuallywesatandtalkedforabitorsheplayedtherecordsIbroughtbackorIsatandwatchedherdraw;shegotherowntea,Idon’tknowwhy,wesortofcametoanagreementnottobetogetherthen.Thentherewassupperandaftersupperweoftentalkedabitmore.
