She could tell that he was furious in that instant. “Slavery! Downtroddenness! When I think of it I feel all over boot marks—
men’s boots. She
seemed just as stiff and shy as a girl ought to be, Lady Palsworthy thought,
neither garrulous nor unready, and free from nearly all the heavy aggressiveness,
the overgrown, overblown quality, the egotism and want of consideration of the
typical modern girl. There was first the Avenue,
which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an
undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either
side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. It’s the sort of way a woman always does gloss over her ethical
positions. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her
their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their
psychic leftovers. ’
She allowed herself to be pulled to the centre of the room, but uttered in a low
tone, full of suppressed anxiety, ‘How can he know? How can he know?’
‘You mean how can he know that this is your house?’
Melusine looked up at him, distress in her eyes.
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