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

come up and see us, and mercifully didn't."
"Lucy, I do call the way you talk unkind."
"She was a novelist," said Lucy craftily. The
remark was a happy one, for nothing roused
Mrs. Honeychurch so much as literature in the
hands of females. She would abandon every
topic to inveigh against those women who
(instead of minding their houses and their
children) seek notoriety by print. Her attitude
was: "If books must be written, let them be
written by men"; and she de- veloped it at
great length, while Cecil yawned and Freddy
played at "This year, next year, now, never,"
with his plum-stones, and Lucy artfully fed the
flames of her mother's wrath. But soon the
conflagration died down, and the ghosts
began to gather in the darkness. There were
too many ghosts about. The original ghost--
that touch of lips on her cheek--had surely
been laid long ago; it could be nothing to her
that a man had kissed her on a mountain once.
But it had begotten a spectral family--Mr.