Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. ”
“But there is something more. "Now, Mr. ’
‘Damn you, I should have beaten you,’ Gerald swore, holding fast to his
corner of the little square of linen. All at once her heart began to
patter queerly. She bathed frequently with ash and lye soap stolen from
traders. I—well, I lost my temper. But I will never—never return. He stared at her breasts while he touched
them. ”
“I thought it was earlier,” said Ann Veronica.
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