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’ ‘Don’t interrupt me! You break into a gentleman’s residence, I say, and hold up two members of His Majesty’s peacekeeping forces with a pistol. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. Only a son’s another story. Some of my schemes are already in hand. But the sheer immensity of the tract! James Boyle was certainly up against it, hard. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle. I made a wrong choice, it seems—but my voice remains.
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