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She asked the inevitable question, the one she knew Michelle was waiting to field like a quarterback anticipating the pass. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. “This isn’t furtive,” said Ann Veronica. He brought his mother to call, and as you know the Countess goes scarcely anywhere. And if he didn’t, what was the good of seeing him? “I wish he was a woman,” she said, “then I could make him my friend. “What do you mean, Annabel? You only knew Mr. Generations had been born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. “I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. She simply refuses to see or hear from me again. Part 6 When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. She would never forget the agony of that first meal in the great dining room.
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