The thought of beauty became an obsession. What does it matter? I am not a
pauper, Annabel. There would be ultimate misery, but it would be needless cruelty to give her a
push toward it. "
IV. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. As she danced there was in
her ears the faded echo of wooden tom-toms. His head bent down, intent on kissing her
underneath the showerhead. “What ought she to do?”
“Suppose you—”
“Yes, suppose I—”
He felt that his advice was being asked. He turned to her and pinned her against the headrest with
his kisses. 142
< 18 >
THE HIGH PRICE OF FAME
Michelle became a constant in those weeks, basking in
the shame-ridden celebrity that had been created around
Lucy. Of course a little daughter is a delightful thing enough. ”
Courtlaw’s walking stick, which he had been handling, fell with a crash to the
ground. Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days.
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