“I wonder,” said Ann Veronica at last, “if I am beautiful? I wonder if I shall ever shine like a light, like a translucent goddess?— “I wonder— “I suppose girls and women have prayed for this, have come to this—In Babylon, in Nineveh. Give up your lonely hours of work here. ” “I am glad that you have a reasonable excuse for not having been to see me,” she said good-humouredly. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. ‘As for you—’ ‘Do not address me. ‘Go then.
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