Austin. ” He sat like a man turned to stone. Manning? I suppose there’s a sort of place like a ticket-office. He put it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night. Ann Veronica’s experiences of men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always Manning. Gerald’s gaze bored into hers.
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