Or was that perhaps because his business in Piccadilly the other day had gone awry? Perhaps Brewis Charvill had not welcomed him with open arms. She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. ‘You would read my mind?’ Gerald was pretty certain he already had, but he did not say so. ’ ‘But I have told you not,’ she protested. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth's account. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. ” “You can’t be that,” said Ann Veronica, wisely. ’ Melusine shifted her shoulders. "The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of reprobates and thieves," groaned Wood.
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