‘You see, I had another reason for visiting your grandfather. I overheard them planning your assassination. The Chapel. We have known men who have come here for no other purpose than to prove their unassailable virtue, who have strode into the arena of temptation, waving the—the what is it—the white flower of a blameless life, only to exchange it with marvellous facility for the violets of the Parisienne. But even with that furniture it remained extremely vague, the possible good and the possible evil as well! The possible evil! “I’ll go,” said Ann Veronica for the hundredth time. F. Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. She went further: she doubted that he was fully conscious of where he was.
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