’ ‘Eh bien, what then?’ Emile sidled closer. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors. It could not go on much longer, her luck. ’ ‘What sort of “down on your luck”?’ asked Alderley. 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. Certainly, we—that is Jarvis and I— knew nothing of it until after Mary’s death.
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