Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. His
hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. Jackson had
one of the ugliest countenances imaginable, he had a very fine set of teeth. “Well, we won’t go into Shakespeare,” said Ogilvy “What interests me is that
our young women nowadays are running about as free as air practically, with
registry offices and all sorts of accommodation round the corner. ”
“You are his first wife!” The pieces fell together for
her instantly. “Those things are arranged more
easily in any other country than England. ’
She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather
unnervingly, on Gerald. She crooked her finger. This is where my character, Lucia, is coming from. Recovery impossible. The doctor jumped to his feet. I don’t conceal it. ’
Melusine did not forget. Her mother had died when
she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively,
one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of
her, and so she had made what she could of her father. Also Lucy, who had been so much her friend.
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