‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. She tried to imagine herself “getting something,” to project herself as sitting down at a desk and writing, or as returning after her work to some pleasantly equipped and free and independent flat. ‘Unless he is himself a man of substance. How many nuns were there in England who might have occasion to spy on Lady Bicknacre’s ballroom? The presence of the French refugees took on greater significance. She despises me, I suppose. The expression was wholly different. ‘You the fellow Gerald spoke to?’ Kimble flushed beetroot, and Melusine had a flash of insight. ’ Then she jammed her hat on her head all anyhow and ran from the room.
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