Lucy looked down, noticing that Michelle had left her
shoes in the entryway. ‘No,
no, Jacques, you have done very right. Great sport, eh? To haul them back from the ragged edge. His literary
instincts began to stir. But go on. She is like some character out of Phra the
Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated. She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her
chin. 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. Lucy had been ignoring her, not purposefully, but
noticeably. ’
She turned and swept away from him, pacing the length of the room to the
window Gerald had unshuttered. . But he held the smile until
she turned away from the curtain. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt,
crashing music. .
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