It isn’t illusions—for us. She leaped to a world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations. ” She chilled Ann Veronica a little by that last phrase, and yet the magnetism of her fellowship and enthusiasm was very strong; and it was pleasant to be made out a heroine after so much expostulation and so many secret doubts. 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. It was for ever. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. The more haste, the worse speed—better the feet slip than the tongue. What would happen when confronted by the actual? He was young; she was also young and physically beautiful—his lawful wife.
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