She
opened the door to him herself. “You remind me of the story which they tell against us over here,
you know—of the Englishman who refused to be saved from drowning because
he was unacquainted with his rescuer. He did everything. Marina gently passed the swaddled infant
to his mother, who sat down on the bed proudly to nurse
the baby, extracting a fat breast from her heavy gown. I
have made up my mind to insist upon moving from here into Park Lane, or one
of the Squares. Sebastian was always a man who felt the need to surround
himself with the trappings of the finer life. “Tiffany’s?” He looked at her comically. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed
open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a
saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the
fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished,
and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged
furniture. Nevertheless, Ann Veronica found it a difficult matter
not to think of these things. She had
but to choose. I told
her it was the end.
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