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

idge was dirty grey, and the hills were dirty
purple. Somewhere in their folds were
concealed Miss Lavish and Miss Bartlett, who
had chosen this afternoon to visit the Torre del
Gallo.
"What about music?" said Mr. Beebe.
"Poor Charlotte will be sopped," was Lucy's
reply.
The expedition was typical of Miss Bartlett,
who would return cold, tired, hungry, and
angelic, with a ruined skirt, a pulpy Baedeker,
and a tickling cough in her throat. On another
day, when the whole world was singing and
the air ran into the mouth. like wine, she would
refuse to stir from the drawing-room, saying
that she was an old thing, and no fit companion
for a hearty girl.
"Miss Lavish has led your cousin astray. She
hopes to find the true Italy in the wet I
believe."