The curtain came festooning slowly down, the music ceased, the lights in the auditorium glowed out, and Ann Veronica woke out of her confused dream of involuntary and commanding love in a glory of sound and colors to discover that Ramage was sitting close beside her with one hand resting lightly on her waist. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. After all, she only LOOKED a woman. She allowed herself to be ejected, therefore, and retired to the parlour after cleansing the blood from her hands and her own slight wound in the kitchen. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that he had brought no lunch.
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