Then he lifted the black cloak-like
garment from the floor. The Denunciation. He had pictured her, if indeed she had
ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear,
starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. 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. “I think you are getting to
understand me better. A woman is
supposed to know when a man is in love with her. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’
‘I blame myself. She had to exert
tremendous energy not to sniff the air for his blood. “I wonder would you mind seeing who
it is. His face fell. ”
Anna shrugged her shoulders lightly. ‘Been led up the
garden path by that confounded rapscallion. ‘You would
know more of me?’
‘I would know everything about you,’ Gerald told her, his tone at once
provocative and inviting. ” She solemnly replied.
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