They all left the room. "I know
you'll not deceive me. He looked exactly as
she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a
black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and
flashing like a cat’s. Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the
gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an
overwrought sort of way. He was no doubt doing his best to express the attitude of society toward these
wearily heroic defendants, but he seemed to be merely rude and unfair to Ann
Veronica. Was
there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully
furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were
they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a
rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going
astray.
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