"Coward!" cried Kneebone. 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. It does sound a little horrid to talk so much about oneself and to have views. As he passed the Six Bells, he noticed the steeds of the two horsemen at the door; and glancing into the house, perceived the younger of the two in the passage. If only Gerald would come. He took her hand and looked into her eyes and spoke, divided against himself, in a voice that was forced and insincere. A wild passion of shame and self-disgust swept over her. He embraced her small body in his arms, kissing her forehead over and over. "We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaring fiercely at them. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill.
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