‘What in God’s
name do you think you’re playing at?’
‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. “Why should women be dependent on men?” she asked; and the question was
at once converted into a system of variations upon the theme of “Why are things
as they are?”—“Why are human beings viviparous?”—“Why are people hungry
thrice a day?”—“Why does one faint at danger?”
She stood for a time looking at the dry limbs and still human face of that
desiccated unwrapped mummy from the very beginnings of social life. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. “It’s very good,” she
said. Martha had not been
pleased to find her spare one borrowed for that expedition when the major had
found her outside the ballroom. ”
Brendon rushed to the piano and strummed out a tune. She was to be a Corsair’s Bride. I wonder,”
he added, after a moment’s pause, “whether you ever realize how young you
are. I’d to go to Remenham House as well, and show Pottiswick
your letter of authorisation. . “Nothing,” said Ann Veronica, and stared over her shoulder out of the
window.
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