I chose you for your strength, your cunning, your intelligence, your great beauty. “That’s it,” she said. . ’ “Crude, I admit. ” Ann Veronica had remained standing while her aunt spoke. And now, when you come at last, you bring me this grandfather, and you dare to tell me I am like him. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. But the restraint exercised by her instinctive delicacy was very great; over and above coarse or sexual matters it covered religion and politics and any mention of money matters or crime, and Ann Veronica found herself wondering whether these exclusions represented, after all, anything more than suppressions.
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