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‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. She had often wondered if Hoddy would ever go back to it. “I’m still inside you. " There was no danger in admitting this fact. He found, however, that now the time had come he utterly lacked the courage to attempt any such speech. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. For a second time Ann Veronica wanted to swear at the universe. You desert your home; I throw up useful teaching, risk every hope in your career.
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