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She loped forward on unnaturally long legs and arms that swung loosely. "I must go. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. Part 6 When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. Sometimes the music would be tender and dreamy, like a native mother's crooning to her young; sometimes it would be so gay that the flesh tingled and the feet were urged to dance; again, it would be like the storms crashing, thunderous.
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