She drew in a deep breath of the sweet mountain air. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly, and said, in a deep, arch voice: “Talking of love again; spring again, love again. . Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. “I wonder how it is,” she exclaimed, “that my friends have so much more confidence in me than I have in myself.
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