” Ann Veronica picked a cornflower. ’ ‘A very low stratagem, Hilary,’ Gerald said, turning on his captain with mock severity. ’ ‘Success?’ Her eyes narrowed. She wanted to think of him as her beloved person, to be near him and watch him, to have him going about, doing this and that, saying this and that, unconscious of her, while she too remained unconscious of herself. At other times, it would seem that the sea itself had gone away. I told her I was sick today and she told me to get over myself. But really it is much more than that. “I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. "Read that. Until Leonardo. Suppose—suppose a girl did want to start in life, start in life for herself—” She looked him frankly in the eyes.
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