And I knew then that it was bound to come; that I must go through with it; and I did not know whether it was a mistake or not.
XXXI
We were married on the third of July, at St. Mary Abbots Church.
Those two weeks of waiting were terrible, but they passed, as everything does, in the end.
I thought:
‘Twelve days . . .’ then: ‘Eleven days . . .’ then: ‘Ten . . .’ and then: ‘Four days . . . three days . . . two days . . .’
I thought:
‘It must feel like this if one is diving from a high bridge, from a railway bridge, down into a river.’
—I don’t know why I thought of a railway bridge, but I did—‘It must feel like this, while one is waiting to jump.’
And I thought: