She fidgeted and looked away. 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. “Mike, that’s not even remotely funny. And let's see if either of these women, who prate of their love for you, will do as much. “Well,” he said slowly, “I had met you three times—before Drummond’s dinner.
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