I’m in a mess—a nasty mess! a filthy mess! Oh, no end of a mess! “Do you hear, Ann Veronica?—you’re in a nasty, filthy, unforgivable mess! “Haven’t I just made a silly mess of things? “Forty pounds! I haven’t got twenty!” She got up, stamped with her foot, and then, suddenly remembering the lodger below, sat down and wrenched off her boots. “Some day you will be my wife, and it would not be well for either of us to remember that in these unhappy days you and I were separated. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming.
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