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

"I know," said Lucy, wincing at the word. "I
see now why you wanted me to tell Cecil, and
what you meant by 'some other source.' You
knew that you had told Miss Lavish, and that
she was not reliable.
It was Miss Bartlett's turn to wince.
"However," said the girl, despising her
cousin's shiftiness, "What's done's done. You
have put me in a most awkward position. How
am I to get out of it?"
Miss Bartlett could not think. The days of her
energy were over. She was a visitor, not a
chaperon, and a discredited visitor at that. She
stood with clasped hands while the girl
worked herself into the necessary rage.
"He must--that man must have such a setting
down that he won't forget. And who's to give it
him? I can't tell mother now--owing to you. Nor
Cecil, Charlotte, owing to you. I am caught up
every way. I think I shall go mad. I have no one