“Too late, my dear girl,” she exclaimed. ’
‘But why?’ asked Melusine, astonished, and somewhat overwhelmed by the
other girl’s volubility. She went about the gory business of disposing of the
bodies, cutting them up with a large butcher knife and
packing the light dry pieces of their bloodless remains in a
double ply garbage bag, pieces that looked like
overcooked, ruined meat. But I'm not worrying about that. “Think of what Lady Palsworthy will say! Think of what”—So-and-so
—“will say! What are we to tell people?
“Besides, what am I to tell your father?”
At first it had not been at all clear to Ann Veronica that she would refuse to
return home; she had had some dream of a capitulation that should leave her an
enlarged and defined freedom, but as her aunt put this aspect and that of her
flight to her, as she wandered illogically and inconsistently from one urgent
consideration to another, as she mingled assurances and aspects and emotions, it
became clearer and clearer to the girl that there could be little or no change in the
position of things if she returned. I'm not
interested in him. “It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one
doesn’t. But for a long
time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. Then you have altered not only
that, but your manner of dressing it. " Ruth turned back toward the
stairs. It isn’t
illusions—for us. .
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