A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems

"Very well, dear," said Miss Bartlett, with a
faint flush of pleasure that called forth a deep
flush of shame on the cheeks of Lucy. How
abominably she behaved to Charlotte, now as
always! But now she should alter. All morning
she would be really nice to her.
She slipped her arm into her cousin's, and
they started off along the Lung' Arno. The river
was a lion that morning in strength, voice, and
colour. Miss Bartlett insisted on leaning over
the parapet to look at it. She then made her
usual remark, which was "How I do wish
Freddy and your mother could see this, too!"
Lucy fidgeted; it was tiresome of Charlotte to
have stopped exactly where she did.
"Look, Lucia! Oh, you are watching for the
Torre del Gallo party. I feared you would
repent you of your choice."
Serious as the choice had been, Lucy did not
repent. Yesterday had been a muddle--queer