Of course she had taken the boy as her lover, acting as his muse. He wore a long coat, beautifully flowered, and a hat with a turned up brim. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. 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. Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. The mother was far more real to her than the father; the ghostly far more substantial than the living form.
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