Why didn’t he die?”
Anna sprang to her feet and walked restlessly up and down the room. “Thank God,” he exclaimed. “Veronique!” she cried
with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica
anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with
profound emotion. He flung aside all his talk of help and disinterested friendship as though it had
never been even a disguise between them, as though from the first it was no
more than a fancy dress they had put quite understandingly upon their
relationship. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. Suddenly she had become afraid. We haven’t. He met her eyes with his fiery
black gaze. ”
His arms were around her. She occupied a small sofa, a little
apart, a ruddy-complexioned gentleman some years her senior beside her, and
glanced about with an air of considerable unease. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray. ’
Melusine did not reply. How fortunate that she recognises the
resemblance.
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