E. 167 “True love is forever, isn’t it?” It was something a child would say, a phrase she had seen scratched on bathroom walls and maple trees, but it made her sad. “You are developing far too retentive a memory for praises,” said Ann Veronica. It had thrust her back with an undignified scuffle, with vulgar comedy, with an unendurable, scornful grin. Lee-o-no-ra.
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