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. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. Would I could purchase his apathy as easily as I can procure his assistance. I have an idea that you are in some sort of trouble. “You remember the man in Paris who used to follow me about—Meysey Hill they called him?” He nodded. You will survive, mark my words. “Great.
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