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

Greece?"
"But I must go somewhere!" she cried. "I have
been worrying all the morning, and here
comes the very thing." She struck her knees
with clenched fists, and repeated: "I must! And
the time I shall have with mother, and all the
money she spent on me last spring. You all
think much too highly of me. I wish you weren't
so kind." At this moment Miss Bartlett entered,
and her nervousness increased. "I must get
away, ever so far. I must know my own mind
and where I want to go."
"Come along; tea, tea, tea," said Mr. Beebe,
and bustled his guests out of the front-door. He
hustled them so quickly that he forgot his hat.
When he returned for it he heard, to his relief
and surprise, the tinkling of a Mozart Sonata.
"She is playing again," he said to Miss
Bartlett.
"Lucy can always play," was the acid reply.