misty beds;and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie,over the evening primroses! And as she began to go with Miss Pym from jar to jar,choosing,nonsense, nonsense,she said to herself,more and more gently,as if this beauty, this scent,this colour,and Miss Pym liking her,trusting her,were a wave which she let flow over her and surmount that hatred,that monster, surmount it all;and it lifted her up and up when-oh!a pistol shot in the street outside! "Dear,those motor cars,"said Miss Pym,going to the window to look,and coming back and smiling apologetically with her hands full of sweet peas, as if those motor cars,those tyres of motor cars,were all her fault. 88 misty beds; and how she loved the grey-white moths spinning in and out, over the cherry pie, over the evening primroses! And as she began to go with Miss Pym from jar to jar, choosing, nonsense, nonsense, she said to herself, more and more gently, as if this beauty, this scent, this colour, and Miss Pym liking her, trusting her, were a wave which she let flow over her and surmount that hatred, that monster, surmount it all; and it lifted her up and up when—oh! a pistol shot in the street outside! "Dear, those motor cars," said Miss Pym, going to the window to look, and coming back and smiling apologetically with her hands full of sweet peas, as if those motor cars, those tyres of motor cars, were all her fault