Lucy knocked again. The horror of those few minutes was still with her. An early bird clarinetist burst through in a long black skirt, swishing like a bell. ’ A scowl crossed the lady’s face. . The great untrodden world was before her still, into which no one can pass alone. ’ Gerald raised his brows. ” She realized it was possible to be sorry for him—acutely sorry for the situation. Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding. ’ ‘Have no fear. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. Without preamble, in a voice of extreme exasperation, he demanded, ‘Now what the devil’s to do? What in God’s name do you mean by sending Gerald such a ridiculous letter? Never read anything half as crazy.
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