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"DESPAIR DEFERRED ... ?"

She felt a wave of dignity and detachment swell in her. It rose, she told herself, from winning back the initiative against life. She was no longer a whimpering rabbit running hopelessly from the pursuing weasel. She was at bay, and being at bay meant that you turned; and, once you had turned, you could judge the precise distance between yourself and your pursuer.
She remembered someone saying that it was hope that hurt; full despair was an anesthetic. Certainly, now with the poison bottle out in her hand and the method thought out, she felt quite secure, actually, at her ease.
She had time. They were still on the other side of the Channel. Of course, they would be on this side sometime during the month. There must be no nonsense of hope revived. That would be like letting circulation come back into an anesthetized limb. But, before they came, there was pretty certainly a fortnight ahead, perhaps more than that.
So the next thing she must do was fix a dead line. She went over to the window. When those troops appeared down in the village-when it was quite clear-then she'd reconnoiter like this from the window, she'd turn back to the room, and go through her rite with the soap dish. She had time till the enemy captured Batscombe. That, she reflected again, was certainly a fortnight off. Quite time enough, if you didn't eat, to become so weak that by then you'd hardly care who came.
So, since all arrangements were made and there was really nothing more to do, one had better have lunch. Still, you never knew what surprise might be sprung-a raider squadron from the sky, for instance. Pop a piece of cyanide in your mouth, and that would serve quite as well as the planned

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