I want you to think of me just as if I was a man, and quite outside marriage altogether. ‘And this is where you have been all the time?’ ‘I would have been back in a day, I promise you. . “I cannot conceive,” he said, “how any other occupation could ever have occurred to you. At this point Lucy, in an effort perhaps—foolhardy, in Gerald’s opinion—to pour oil on troubled waters, rose swiftly to her feet and came towards the old man, her hand held out. Without a word or a gesture, the Wastrel turned and staggered forth, out of the orbit of these two, having been thrust into it for a single purpose already described. Her naked body was an abomination of caked filth and sagging tubes for breasts. It was all highly intriguing. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. “Are you aware, Ann Veronica, you nearly throttled that gentleman?” Then she reviled her own foolish way of putting it. " This business over, she returned to the bedside with the key. Maybe others that I do not know about. Sleep did not come easily, but eventually her mind stopped its chattering and she fell into a deep slumber.
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