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. ”
She looked at him for a moment with fire in her eyes. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. At last he
could bear it no longer. I sha’n’t care a rap if
we can never marry. “I suppose most people’s letters are queer. "While I live you are safe," rejoined Trenchard; "after my death I can answer for
nothing. . “And think, think”—her voice sank
—“of the horrible coarseness!”
“What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. .
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