‘You are wise, Marthe. But also this must not go on. The road from Surbiton and Epsom ran under the arch, and, like a bright fungoid growth in the ditch, there was now appearing a sort of fourth estate of little redand-white rough-cast villas, with meretricious gables and very brassy windowblinds. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. “WHAT a place! “Stuffy isn’t the word for it. She had set out to get a beautiful life, a free, untrammelled life, self-development, without counting the cost either for herself or others. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame that rapscallion who calls himself your father. “Do come and cheer me up. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. “You say that he is alive. What would happen when next morning she returned to Morningside Park? He couldn’t turn her out of doors.
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