Of a sudden the room became very still. 130
Ichabod, exploring, discovered a tiny wash basin and a bucket of water.
“You wished to wash, Camilla?”
The woman did not move.
“They were very kind”––she looked through the window with the tiny panes: “have we any right to––lie to them?”
“We have not lied.”
“Tacitly.”
“No. I’m Ichabod Maurice and you’re Camilla Maurice. We have not lied.”
“But––”
“The past is dead, dead!”