” “It is very nice of you to think of it,” Anna said briskly. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her. 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. And when Manning was not about the thing seemed simple enough. Anna saw it, and for the first time found herself trembling. All this Woman-who-Diddery —no damn good.
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