Divide by Two Plot

Divide by Two Plot

"Why shouldn't I raise my voice?" I asked.
"Don't shout at me," he said.
"I shall shout at you if I please," I said.
It was a cool clear lovely night. The sky was clear and full of lovely stars. The sky and the stars seemed very far away but the air was clear and you could see up all the way up to the sky and the stars and it seemed a long, long way. There was a very pale moon and a very cool wind was sweeping the pale moon and the white clouds before it all the way all the way across the sky.
Across and up and down the Finchshafen road in the cottages, people were coming out on to their porches to listen and watch. I looked back at our house to see if Belle was their standing behind the window wire screen and I looked at their house too.
"A plague on both our house," I said.
Belle wasn't on the porch when I looked; I didn't hear her go down the porch steps, down the concrete walk, out to and down Finchshafen road.
"I shouldn't even be talking to you. This is pestilence." I said.
I didn't feel Belle around until I heard her voice rising shrill and clear above the snarl of our voices. She was standing beside me and before him and shouting in his face.
"For Christ's sake, Belle," I said. "Let's go. This is mans' work."
She couldn't hear me.
Her voice rose clear and passionate, piercing and shrill in the inviolate night. I pulled at her arm to make her turn to me. I thrust my face savagely before her.
"For Christ's sake, Belle," I said get off. "This is my fight and the adversary is mine."
Belle couldn't see me for the fury that possessed her purely.
I sought her face but couldn't look there long. Even as I turned away I had a fleeting glimpse of my declared adversary's face. The shock there was not more than the shock of mine.
"For Christ's sake, Belle, let go. This is man's work. I have met the enemy and he is mine. Let go, get off. This is my fight not yours. The enemy is mine," I said as I pulled her and dragged her bodily a

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