I’m in a mess—a
nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess!
“Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess!
“Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things?
“Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!”
She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger
below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. "
"True," replied the widow, upon whom all the terrible recollections of the day
before crowded, "I know it isn't. When it came time to eat once again,
she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the
city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. Nicholas is dead. Don’t you think that the shade of my hair is lovely?”
“There is nothing particular the matter with the shade,” Anna answered, “but it is
not nearly so becoming as before you touched it. ‘I should never have told you. You
can’t! I tell you frankly you may break off your engagement to me—I shall hold
myself still engaged to you, yours just the same. Don't ask any more questions. “I have brought you very nearly to my door. ’
To her astonishment, Gosse’s servile attitude vanished abruptly.
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