THE EQUINOX
With an angel’s smile—save for its subtlety—he was gone
into the tablet.
She turned, blew on the fire, that started up friendly, and
threw herselfinan armchair. Idly she strummed old-fashioned
simple tunes.
The door opened.
A jolly lad came in and shook the snow from his furs.
“Been too bored, little girl?” he said cheerily, confident.
“No, dear!” she said. ‘I’ve been fiddling a bit.”
“Give me a kiss, Lily!”
He bent down and put his lips to hers; then, as if struck
by lightning, sprawled, a corpse.
She looked down lazily through half-shut eyes with that
smile of hers that was a snarl.
Francis BENDICK.
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