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Humph. “You need a reason. “I think I can tell you something which may be very good news for you presently. "I alone am to blame. “I am sorry,” he said slowly. ” She replied weakly. 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. You creep around in a nun’s habit, peering into a private ballroom. But that's his American education. It’s one of our conventional superstitions. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. My husband, he is cruel and wicked, and—and entirely undistinguished.
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