“You were there, were you?” He laughed a little impatiently. Promise me one thing before I leave you. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. “Yeah, I know. The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. Surely Capes was different. Her state of mind would have seemed altogether discreditable to her grandmother. . But it would serve. Her motherly features creased into anxious wrinkles. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. She dropped on her knees by his side, and gently unbuttoned his waistcoat.
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