He reached over
and took her hand. “Lucy, you. 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. “What ought you to do?” He began to produce his knowledge of the world for
her benefit, jerkily and allusively, and with a strong, rank flavor of “savoir faire. Furious shouting, and the thunder of running feet. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm
sure. John has made me so happy,
I’ve been losing myself in him.
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