’
‘You know, Gerald,’ Lucilla put in thoughtfully, forestalling a withering
rejoinder from the captain, ‘there may be something in that. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this
was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up
the note of alarm. ‘I will do so. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had
risen up between them. "
"But what, in God's name, possessed you? You have already wrecked your own
life and now you've wrecked hers. She foraged about in her mind for some satisfying equivalent which
would express in English this gurgling drone the Chinese called a language. ’
Total bullshit, if you ask me. Only one thing emerged with
any reasonable clarity in her mind at once, and that was that unless she was
saved from drowning by an unmarried man, in which case the ceremony is
unavoidable, or totally destitute of under-clothing, and so driven to get a
trousseau, in which hardship a trousseau would certainly be “ripping,” marriage
was an experience to be strenuously evaded. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. “The one who used to live at Lyndmore.
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