‘Do not think—’ he panted, ‘that I am finished—with you, mademoiselle. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin
me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?”
He got up and began to pace the room. His arms were
naturally big and his chest was covered with a smattering
of soft hairs. The roof was partially
untiled; the chimneys were tottering; the side-walls bulged, and were supported
by a piece of timber propped against the opposite house; the glass in most of the
windows was broken, and its place supplied with paper; while, in some cases,
the very frames of the windows had been destroyed, and the apertures were left
free to the airs of heaven. To be near
someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her
own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. “No, she just worries that I’ll go Satanic and start
chomping the heads off of bats and mice or something. . She leaped to a
world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations.
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