She’s
already spoken for. ‘Well, we’ll
just go on up and have a look at this here passage, missie, shall we?’
‘Have I not been saying so?’ snapped Melusine, exasperated. He laughed at her
heartily, and she laughed too as she had not for a year. The expression, however,
which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound
melancholy. It was for ever. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always
looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and
raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her,
echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and
enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. 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.
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