” The wedding-breakfast was for Ann Veronica a spectacle of the unreal consuming the real; she liked that part very well, until she was carelessly served against her expressed wishes with mayonnaise. He knocked at the door. ‘Ask him. He halted and put out a hand to stop Hilary. She walked straight across to the wardrobe and opened it. The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. ‘Because I’m a female,’ declared Lucilla unanswerably. I expect company.
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