Peste, where was her handkerchief? She remembered then that it had been lost in
the struggle with Gerald. The simile started a
laugh in his throat. The man asked twelve guineas, but after a little bargaining,
he came down to ten. ‘I’m damned if I see what you have to complain of,’ uttered Charvill, a faintly
bewildered note underlying his irascibility. “I wouldn’t. I'll try the effect of a jolly stave. ”
“But if we were?” said Ann Veronica. “Why not? Isn’t the whole thing a lie? Isn’t her reputation, this husband of hers,
the ‘Alcide’ business, isn’t it all a cursed juggle? She hasn’t the right to do it. Simply because they
are hardened by—by bestiality, and poisoned by the juices of meat slain in anger
and fermented drinks—fancy! drinks that have been swarmed in by thousands
and thousands of horrible little bacteria!”
“It’s yeast,” said Ann Veronica—“a vegetable.
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