"
"I liked that, too," she replied; "but it wasn't that I had in mind. “Oh, Ann
Veronica!” he cried, “I cannot let you go like this! You don’t understand. " And, dexterously applying the implement, he forced open
the lock. “I
have had adventures—oh, more than one, I can assure you. Perhaps she would have to charge this man and appear
in a police-court next day. “He’d better treat you right this time or I’ll
pulverize him, you hear?” Lucy gave in to the hug. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray.
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