Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it. It ran: —————————————————————————| Bored | and | nothing |—————|—————-|—————|————|————| | will | you | dine |—————|—————-|—————|————|————| | to-night | somewhere | and |—————|—————-|—————|————|————| | shall | be | grateful —————————————————————————- | to | do | | with | me | | talk | I | | Ramage | | Ann Veronica was rather pleased by this. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. Against the sinister, the threatening, monstrous inhumanity of the limitless city, there was nothing now but this supreme, ugly fact of a pursuit— the pursuit of the undesired, persistent male. ‘Comment? You have then met this Suzanne?’ The woman turned a deep red. It was a mad half-hour. They thought that he was dead at first, and they took him to the hospital. “Some day,” she answered. This is altogether insupportable.
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