’ ‘How can you say so?’ protested Melusine. ” Lucy said. ‘I know,’ said Prudence Sindlesham, sympathy in her tone. ’ ‘But—’ ‘You’ll get her all over blood again. The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. And in these crowded four weeks, what had she learned? That all horizons were lies: that smiles and handshakes and goodbyes and welcomes were lies: that there were really no to-morrows, only a treadmill of to-days: and that out of these lies and mirages she had plucked a bitter truth—she was alone. ’ ‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald. You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and “Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you back.
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