I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. ‘Oh, Lord,’ muttered Gerald, going instantly to her aid. ‘What’s more,’ went on Martha, ‘I knew something Mr Charvill didn’t, or he wouldn’t so readily have left it behind him. All these wonderful comrades, henceforth and for ever hers. ” Her elation teetered in mid-air for a second, then began to flutter down around her like a badly-built house of cards. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. Mr. Marriage was a taboo subject between them. ‘Don’t put me at the necessity of marrying the abominable little wretch. She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life. One could enter and leave by proa, but nothing with a keel could cross the coral gate. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave.
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