She was not a reversion to type, which intimates the primordial; she suggested rather the incarnation of some goddess of the South Seas. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. It reminded Ann Veronica of having a tooth stopped. McClintock could not browbeat him, storm as he might.
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