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Melusine’s heart ached for him, but she had to force him on. Fortescue had not much ability to keep her sister, and a little while after her mother’s death Ann Veronica met Gwen suddenly on the staircase coming from her father’s study, shockingly dingy in dusty mourning and tearful and resentful, and after that Gwen receded from the Morningside Park world, and not even the begging letters and distressful communications that her father and aunt received, but only a vague intimation of dreadfulness, a leakage of incidental comment, flashes of paternal anger at “that blackguard,” came to Ann Veronica’s ears. ” The corners of her mouth rose in a weak smile and she gave him a wink. “Well, my girl, I wish you had thought about all these things before these bothers began. Jonathan smiled contemptuously. That old world that had shoved up that silly old hotel, and all the rest of it. They don’t know who did it, actually. ’ ‘It is you who is absurd,’ countered Melusine, the spark returning to her eye. She had heard of women journalists, women writers, and so forth; but she was not even admitted to the presence of the editors she demanded to see, and by no means sure that if she had been she could have done any work they might have given her.
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