Part 22 (2/2)
”I told you you could stay here!”
”I'd best be going, Jasper.”
”Sit down, over there; and do be still.”
”I seem to bother you. You haven't started to write. Is it because I'm here, Jasper?”
”You!” He snorted contemptuously. ”What've you got to do with it?”
”I don't know,” she said quietly, and she went back to her chair.
Again his eyes were fixed on that one window. He leaned forward quickly.
His hands gripped the chair's arms on either side of him. His brows drew down together above the bulging blue eyes.
Thrown on the clear blank of the window blind, moving to and fro across it, went the shadow.
With a sharp sigh of relief Jasper Wald began to write.
It was not until he had gotten far down the page that he became suddenly conscious of Ellen standing directly behind him.
He looked over at the window. The shadow was still there.
”What is it? What d'you want?”
The lamplight brought out her features, good and very regular and still somewhat nondescript. The lamplight showed her strange green eyes and beneath the heavy lids the lamplight brought out in a glinting streak the expression of the eyes themselves.
”What made you do that, Jasper?”
”I'm trying to write. You keep interrupting me. What are you talking about? Made me do what?”
”Made you write, Jasper.”
”Don't I always write?”
”Yes, Jasper. Always. All of a sudden--; like that.”
”Well, what of it?”
”What makes you do it, Jasper?”
”Oh, Lord, can't you leave me alone?”
”D'you know what makes you do it, Jasper?”
”Of course I know.”
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