As for Mike’s observations on John’s desires to get laid, it was the pot calling the kettle black. The farmer had become obsessed with her and asked her to marry. "But I wish her hand had been as deadly as yours. But that possibility had been anticipated. He could not tell by the look of her whether she was glad or sorry that presently she would be free. I——” She threw herself into an easy chair. ’ She bit her lip, but her eyes betrayed her. I’m in a mess—a nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess! “Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess! “Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things? “Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!” She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. ” she said. Where the stuff came from was always a mystery. You make me angry, and I lie. " "But that's the point—I don't know. \" His tone was weak and conciliatory.
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