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“Flight 108 to Paris. Air France. This way please.”
The persons in the lounge at Heathrow Airport rose to their feet. HilaryCraven picked up her small, lizard-skin travelling case and moved in thewake of the others, out on to the tarmac. The wind blew sharply cold afterthe heated air of the lounge.
Hilary shivered and drew her furs a little closer round her. She followedthe other passengers across to where the aircraft was waiting. This was it!
She was off, escaping! Out of the greyness, the coldness, the dead numbmisery. Escaping to sunshine and blue skies and a new life. She wouldleave all this weight behind, this dead weight of misery1 and frustration2.
She went up the gangway of her plane, bending her head as she passed in-side and was shown by the steward3 to her seat. For the first time inmonths she savoured relief from a pain that had been so sharply acute asalmost to be physical. “I shall get away,” she said to herself, hopefully. “Ishall get away.”
The roaring and the revolutions of the plane excited her. There seemeda kind of elemental savagery4 in it. Civilized5 misery, she thought, is theworst misery. Grey and hopeless. “But now,” she thought, “I shall escape.”
The plane taxied gently along the runway. The air hostess said:
“Fasten your belts, please.”
The plane made a half-turn and stood waiting its signal to depart. Hilarythought, “Perhaps the plane will crash .?.?. Perhaps it will never rise off theground. Then that will be the end, that will be the solution to everything.”
They seemed to wait for ages out on the airfield6. Waiting for the signal tostart off to freedom, Hilary thought, absurdly: “I shall never get away,never. I shall be kept here—a prisoner. .?.?.”
Ah, at last.
A final roar of engines, then the plane started forward. Quicker, quicker,racing along. Hilary thought: “It won’t rise. It can’t .?.?. this is the end.” Ah,they were above the ground now, it seemed. Not so much that the planerose as that the earth was falling away, dropping down, thrusting its prob-lems and its disappointments and its frustrations7 beneath the soaringcreature rising up so proudly into the clouds. Up they went, circlinground, the aerodrome looking like a ridiculous child’s toy beneath. Funnylittle roads, strange little railways with toy trains on them. A ridiculouschildish world where people loved and hated and broke their hearts. Noneof it mattered because they were all so ridiculous and so prettily8 small andunimportant. Now there were clouds below them, a dense9, greyish-whitemass. They must be over the Channel now. Hilary leaned back, closing hereyes. Escape. Escape. She had left England, left Nigel, left the sad littlemound that was Brenda’s grave. All left behind. She opened her eyes,closed them again with a long sigh. She slept. .?.?.

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n.痛苦,苦恼,苦难;悲惨的境遇,贫苦 | |
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n.挫折,失败,失效,落空 | |
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savagery
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civilized
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