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’ ‘But me, I am not very good with accepting,’ Melusine said bitterly over her shoulder. . " On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars; the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent closet and window sill. . Down under the incalculable selfishness of the penitent child there was the man's uneasy recollection of Judas. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. Then she uttered a strangled, ‘Espéce de bête!’ and burst into tears. As she talked she made weak little gestures with her hands, and she thrust her face forward from her bent shoulders; and she peered sometimes at Ann Veronica and sometimes at a photograph of the Axenstrasse, near Fluelen, that hung upon the wall. She meditated profoundly through several enormous cold hours on all that had happened and all that she had done since the swirl of the suffrage movement had submerged her personal affairs. “MY DEAR VERONICA,—Your aunt tells me you have involved yourself in some arrangement with the Widgett girls about a Fancy Dress Ball in London. Wood fared still worse.
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