” Courtlaw turned abruptly to Brendon. “It is possible,” Courtlaw said, “that you too were deceived. I did not want anything made smooth and easy for me. He had not bothered to take off his raincoat and his umbrella sat dripping on his modern ice cube of a table. Indeed it was apparent, from the likeness between them, that they were nearly related. For the most part these were detached people: men practising the plastic arts, young writers, young men in employment, a very large proportion of girls and women—self-supporting women or girls of the student class. And you, Mademoiselle Melusine, will support this claim. ” He shook his head, and threw open the door of a great dimly-lit apartment on the ground floor. "I did all for the best, as I'll explain. I want to get away—to go to London. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers.
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