” And thus it was that as Ann Veronica neared the gates of home, she said to herself: “I’ll have it out with him somehow. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. ‘I borrow the expression from Melusine. ” Anna stepped to the foot of the bed. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. “When we go indoors I will show you the offers I have refused,” she answered. The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable look.
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