"
"Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?"
"Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. ”
74
She hung up the phone. There is something inconglomerate about us. I wonder——”
He turned slowly round. Faugh!”
She took up the last morsel of roll, and held it delicately between her long slim
fingers. "Think not to deceive me, monster. White,” she remarked. Spurling, who sat on the right of the table. The letter began:
“MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—”
She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate
gesture flung them into the fire. "
"Back, villain!" said the knight, haughtily. A
failure! She must write herself down a failure! At her age, with her ambitions,
with her artistic temperament and creative instincts, she was yet to be denied all
coherent means of expression. ’
There was sense in what she said, Melusine was obliged to concede. “She must have character. If she had any idea at all, it was
something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful,
with a happy ending. Still, it was rather terrible
to suspect that one had fallen from grace, but nevertheless the thing was
possible.
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