One or two landladies refused her with an air of
conscious virtue that she found hard to explain. “No doubt about that,” Meddoes continued. “I will make all things possible. Voices floated down, but
there was no sound of pursuit. And I think also that Gosse—I mean that one
who calls himself Valade—stole it. It warms me, and lights me, and fills my world with flowers. He had reacted by pushing her
away, disgust and frustration on his face. In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and
ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled,
ashamed of her previous obtuseness. But even with that furniture it
remained extremely vague, the possible good and the possible evil as well!
The possible evil! “I’ll go,” said Ann Veronica for the hundredth time. Afterwards she hunted up the
article in question, and it seemed to her quite delightfully written and argued.
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