‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. Beneath that tree let us lie. She was a schizophrenic, got locked up later in some sort of state mental ward. . Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. Not alone with her, that’s sure. He could not tell whether she was English or American. He wants you—or he doesn’t; and then he helps some other woman against you. No; I’m going to stick to the rules. It was the expression of Miss Klegg’s face that put the idea into Ann Veronica’s head of showing Manning at the College one day, an idea which she didn’t for some reason or other carry out for a fortnight. We married, and for a time we were happy. I got three pounds, and there’s three on my watch. Please don’t tell anyone, mister.
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