” “It’s a very good image,” said Ann Veronica. Somebody tricked you back yonder—baited you for spite. “I don’t see what he has to do with my coming to London?” “He—he worships the ground you tread on. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. Indignation carried her through that night, that men and the world could so entreat her. They walked past his old jungle gym set to a hilly park that dwelled sleepily beyond his house. . She leaped to a world of shabby knowledge, of furtive base realizations.
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