A Judgement in Stone by Ruth Rendell

A Judgement in Stone by Ruth Rendell

Author:Ruth Rendell [Rendell, Ruth]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 978-0-307-55718-6
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
Published: 2012-01-10T16:00:00+00:00


In Galwich, Melinda Coverdale, wise or foolish, had surrendered her virginity to Jonathan Dexter. It happened after they had shared a bottle of wine in his room and Melinda had missed the last bus. Of course, the wine and the bus were not accidental happenings. Both had been inwardly speculating about them all the evening, but they were handy excuses for Melinda next day. She hardly needed consolation, though, for she was very happy, seeing Jonathan every day and spending most nights in his room. Sweet’s Anglo-Saxon and Baugh on the history of the English language weren’t so much as glanced at for a fortnight, and as for Goethe, Jonathan had found his Elective Affinities elsewhere.

At Lowfield Hall Jacqueline had made four Christmas puddings, one of which would be sent to the Caswalls, who couldn’t face the upheaval of bringing two infants to Greeving for the holiday. She wondered what to buy for George, but George had everything—and so had she. Eunice watched her ice the Christmas cake, and Jacqueline waited for her to make some remark, reminiscing or sentimental, when the plaster Santa Claus, the robins, and the holly leaves were fixed to the frosting, but Eunice said merely that she hoped the cake would be large enough, and she only said that when asked for her opinion.

Disillusionment over India had killed oriental religion for Giles. It would never, anyway, have fitted in with his plans for himself and Melinda. He saw them sharing their flat, devout Catholics both, but going through agonies to maintain their chaste and continent condition. Perhaps he would become a priest, and if Melinda were to enter a convent they might—say twice a year—have special dispensations to meet and, soberly garbed, have tea together in some humble café, not daring to touch hands. Or like Lancelot and Guinevere, but without the preceding pleasures, encounter each other across a cathedral nave, gaze long and long, then part without a word. Even to him, this fantasy seemed somewhat extreme. Before becoming a priest he must become a Catholic, and he was looking around Stantwich for someone to give him instruction. Latin and Greek would now have their uses, so Virgil and Sophocles received more attention. He put that line from Chesterton up on the wall, the bit about the twitch upon the thread, and he was reading Newman.

Winter had stripped bare the woods and the hedges, and screaming gulls followed Mr. Meadows’ plough. The magical light of Suffolk became wan and opalescent, and the sky, as the earth turned its farthest from the sun, almost green with a streaking of long butter-coloured clouds. Blood is nipped and ways be foul and nightly sings the staring owl. From cottage chimneys the smoke of log fires rose in long grey plumes.



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