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But tell me one thing I don’t understand—tell me one thing: How can you help it by coming down into the battle and the mire? That’s the thing that concerns me. Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. The lady had disappeared. The other bona roba, known amongst her companions as Mistress Poll Maggot, was a beauty on a much larger scale,—in fact, a perfect Amazon. Day by day she followed the spiritual and physical contest between this man and woman. I wrenched this off, and in an envelope addressed to me in faded ink, I found the locket and the pearls. He stood by her side, and he suffered her hands to rest in his. He had almost forced himself upon her one night after a particularly bloody raid of a thatched cottage. 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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