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’s going to have some sort of meal with the Widgetts down the Avenue,
and go up with them. You did not marry her because you loved
her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry
her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to. And because he knew it was a burden, there was no gaiety upon the doctor's
face; neither was there speech on his tongue. She closed her eyes as if
asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. ” Lucy said. "
"I do remember it, Sir," replied Mrs. ’
She seemed to recollect herself suddenly.
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