Then, very awkwardly, he took a stool and placed it at the end of Ann Veronica’s table, and sat down. I put my foot down like—like adamant. She was inclined to think that perhaps for a girl the converse of his method was the case; an older man, a man beyond the range of anything “nonsensical,” was, perhaps, the most interesting sort of friend one could meet. He crawled underneath the covers with her.
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