[There, a flicker of further bafflement and a brief instant in which Wysteria searches his expression. The meaning is obvious; why pretend otherwise?]
There is nothing about me which appeals to you. [Is the same as what she has just said, so she shakes herself and attempts a further revision.] My character is offensive to you, Mister Rutyer.
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There is nothing about me which appeals to you. [Is the same as what she has just said, so she shakes herself and attempts a further revision.] My character is offensive to you, Mister Rutyer.