The Ragged Edge. The colouring was green and white, with softly shaded
electric lights, an alcove bedstead, which was a miracle of daintiness, white
furniture, and a long low dressing-table littered all over with a multitude of
daintily fashioned toilet appliances. I suppose I ought to
have been a man. . He was tall, slender, and suave. . Suddenly she understood. ‘Not kill me, I mean. He was also, had she
known it, more than a little insincere. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the
wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. It is the bottom of the cup,
where all the dregs appear to settle. You don’t understand. Even, I do not mind to study this Latin so abominable. ”
Miss Pellissier tried ineffectually to conceal her relief.
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