At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers. ” “You would marry a divorcée?” she asked. I was rude and stupid. ’ I wanted, as I have never wanted before, to take you up, to make you mine, to carry you off and set you apart from all the strain and turmoil of life. He felt that he was getting on with her very slowly indeed, but he did not see how he could get on faster. As soon as dinner was over she went into the kitchen and devoted herself to compiling a tray—not a tray merely of halfcooled dinner things, but a specially prepared “nice” tray, suitable for tempting any one. The London backgrounds, in Bloomsbury and Marylebone, against which these people went to and fro, took on, by reason of their gray facades, their implacably respectable windows and window-blinds, their reiterated unmeaning iron railings, a stronger and stronger suggestion of the flavor of her father at his most obdurate phase, and of all that she felt herself fighting against. The tall, blond boys, right?” “That’s them. She wanted to live.
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