"All I want is to be happy!" she said aloud, as if she were asking for something of such ordinary value that God would readily accord it to her because there was so little demand for the commodity. “Can’t you SEE how things are?” she said. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. “Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything.
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