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

"I know, dear. She is kind to every one, and
yet Lucy makes this difficulty when we try to
give her some little return."
But Lucy hardened her heart. It was no good
being kind to Miss Bartlett. She had tried
herself too often and too recently. One might
lay up treasure in heaven by the attempt, but
one enriched neither Miss Bartlett nor any one
else upon earth. She was reduced to saying: "I
can't help it, mother. I don't like Charlotte. I
admit it's horrid of me."
"From your own account, you told her as
much."
"Well, she would leave Florence so stupidly.
She flurried--"
The ghosts were returning; they filled Italy,
they were even usurping the places she had
known as a child. The Sacred Lake would
never be the same again, and, on Sunday