She had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered. ‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped. I speak frankly, because you also know that no possible extremity would induce me to accept help from any living person. He personated over there a millionaire named Meysey Hill, and it seems that he induced Annabel to go through some sort of marriage with him at the Embassy. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. When she saw however that this man was a stranger, and obviously harmless, her expression changed as though by magic. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray.
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