Indeed, a note of weeping broke
her voice for a moment as she burst out, “You know as well as I do that money
was a loan!”
“Loan!”
“You yourself called it a loan!”
“Euphuism. Then for the first time she was conscious of an unaccountable and
terrifying sensation. Sometimes the music would be tender and
dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so
gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be
like the storms crashing, thunderous. ” He greeted her. "You are complimentary, Sir Rowland," returned the other, with a grim smile. Every man in her life had betrayed her
one way or another. ’
‘Yes, that is Mr Brewis Charvill, as you have found out for me. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside,
having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is
tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice.
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