’ Melusine’s heart leapt, and as swiftly clattered into dead stillness as the implication of the second name hit home. With people of that sort all sorts of things may happen. . ’ ‘What?’ Hilary glanced from Gerald to Melusine, and coloured up. One night she apparently fell asleep. Courtlaw opened his lips, but remained silent in the face of her imperative gesture. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world, with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes, its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much as an animal goes out to seek food. Was there anything at all in those locked rooms of her aunt’s mind? Were they fully furnished and only a little dusty and cobwebby and in need of an airing, or were they stark vacancy except, perhaps, for a cockroach or so or the gnawing of a rat? What was the mental equivalent of a rat’s gnawing? The image was going astray. You hurt the child. You have taken even my knife. "But, I say, that girl is a queer one.
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