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‘You are really not helping matters, my friend. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets without giving any return?” “I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend. "A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned. I am sure that he can be got rid of. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. Anna found herself next Sydney Courtlaw, with his friend close at hand. The significance of the kiss was still obscure to her, though she had frequently encountered the word and act in the Old and New Testaments and latterly in novels. But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress; never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. Thanks.
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