As her
belly swelled, so did he. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. ”
“Yes, you have a sharp mind. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's
sober; hands too shaky. Any man
might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to
care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried
in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved. ‘It is
precisely that point over which Melusine and I fell out. Unless we can get some optimism into him, he'll probably start this all
over again when he gets on his feet. The
contact is disturbing; and we prefer going around the fact to facing it. ’
‘Lord,’ Gerald murmured, awed more by the outspokenness of his hostess than
by what she had said. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with
increased embarrassment. “Do I understand you then to refuse my offer?” he asked Anna.
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