A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
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those emotional impulses to which she could never attribute a cause. She only felt that the candle would burn better, the packing go easier, the world be happier, if she could give and receive some human love. The impulse had come before to-day, but never so strongly. She knelt down by her cousin's side and took her in her arms. Miss Bartlett returned the embrace with tenderness and warmth. But she was not a stupid woman, and she knew perfectly well that Lucy did not love her, but needed her to love. For it was in ominous tones that she said, after a long pause: "Dearest Lucy, how will you ever forgive me?" Lucy was on her guard at once, knowing by bitter experience what forgiving Miss Bartlett meant. Her emotion relaxed, she modified her embrace a little, and she said:
"Charlotte dear, what do you mean? As if I have anything to forgive!" "You have a great deal, and I have a very great deal to forgive myself, too. I know well how much I vex you at every turn." "But no--" Miss Bartlett assumed her favourite role, that of the prematurely aged martyr. "Ah, but yes! I feel that our tour together is hardly the success I had hoped. I might have known it would not do. You want some one younger and stronger and more in sympathy with you. I am too uninteresting and old-fashioned--only fit to pack and unpack your things." "Please--" "My only consolation was that you found people more to your taste, and were often able
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"Charlotte dear, what do you mean? As if I<br />
have anything to forgive!"<br />
"You have a great deal, and I have a very<br />
great deal to forgive myself, too. I know well<br />
how much I vex you at every turn."<br />
"But no--"<br />
Miss Bartlett assumed her favourite role, that<br />
of the prematurely aged martyr.<br />
"Ah, but yes! I feel that our tour together is<br />
hardly the success I had hoped. I might have<br />
known it would not do. You want some one<br />
younger and stronger and more in sympathy<br />
with you. I am too uninteresting and<br />
old-fashioned--only fit to pack and unpack<br />
your things."<br />
"Please--"<br />
"My only consolation was that you found<br />
people more to your taste, and were often able
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