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. Her first intimations of marriage as a fact of extreme significance in a
woman’s life had come with the marriage of Alice and the elopement of her
second sister, Gwen. \"Some of them do smell good, though. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to
faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand.
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