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Part 7
As they came back from that day’s climb—it was up the Mittaghorn—they
had to cross a shining space of wet, steep rocks between two grass slopes that
needed a little care. You are
in the hands of a wicked, a terrible man, who will not stop till he has completed
your destruction. "And, oh!
forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused
you. . “This,” he said, and then: “No! Is this
sweeter? Very well. Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this
vanished in the reality. He wriggled underneath her heaving body, pinned like
an insect. Who could say that the girl's father had not once been
a fashionable clergyman in the States and that drink had got him and forced him
down, step by step, until—to use the child's odd expression—he had come upon
the beach? She was cynical, this spinster. She turned towards the door, and
had taken a pace towards it when it was flung open. This incredible scene robbed him of the sense
of locomotion. Michelle was sounding alarm bells
everywhere in Lucy’s brain, but Lucy felt the pull of a
188
greater inertia, the urge to stay put so strong that to deny
it was to deny the existence of gravity. She flung aside every plan she had in life, every discretion. The house became joyous again with the
talk of babies and wedding festivities.
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