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‘You were quite as bad to me as I was to you,’ Gerald protested mildly, sitting
down beside her. 7 and any additional
terms imposed by the copyright holder. On the one hand, she seemed to think plainly and
simply, and would talk serenely and freely about topics that most women have
been trained either to avoid or conceal; and on the other she was unconscious, or
else she had an air of being unconscious—that was the riddle—to all sorts of
personal applications that almost any girl or woman, one might have thought,
would have made. Her
secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of
telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a
white, fantastically white, maiden. It was perfectly logical. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’
He sipped his wine and shrugged. ‘Neither do I,’ he responded, frowning, ‘but for Gerald’s sake, I’ll do anything
I can. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. The same pale white buttocks, the
same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her
collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never
been able to erase. ”
Lucy would always press her face into her mother’s
skirts when she heard the ending, no matter how many
times she heard it. Vorsack looked pale and pink. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew
dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite.
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