It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. She guessed that he probably slept all of three hours a night at most. ‘So yours is the rattling tongue, is it, young madam?’ ‘I should say so. You on the other hand have to come to London, a worker, with the responsibility of life upon your own shoulders—and in addition all the burden of her follies. The supreme effect for Ann Veronica was its surpassing relevance; it made every other atmosphere she knew seem discursive and confused. Sir John felt and looked several years younger.
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