“You call yourself an artist—
but you have no temperament. ’
‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his
senior turned questioning eyes on him. His car, a
black Alfa Romeo, waited at the end of the subdivision. ‘How is your plan now, mon brave?’ Melusine taunted. And, if
you'll give me such a smack of your sweet lips, Miss, as you've just given
Thames, I'll take myself off in less than no time. ‘You will take the place of André?’
‘Exactly so. Annabel
watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. ’
Without stopping for a response, Gerald pushed past him and entered the
convent just in time to hear Melusine protesting. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think
the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The
abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white
sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you
really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets
without giving any return?”
“I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend.
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