It was her distinctive test of an emotional state, its interference with a kindly normal digestion. At any rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself about inside her head within a yard of him. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune. “Dear friend,” she said, “remember that you are speaking to one who has failed in the only serious object which she has ever sought to accomplish. Lucy collapsed to the floor in a sob. ‘Idiot. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa.
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