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“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. ‘None of them means anything to you at all? How odd. And afterwards! Sir John drew his cigar from his lips, and looked upwards where the white-lights flashed strangely amongst the deep cool green of the lime-trees. Still, his robust frame enabled him to hold out. I will take you for thirty-five shillings a week. While waiting for his coming she had stated her present and future relations with him with what had seemed to her the most satisfactory lucidity and completeness. After all, if one could wait twenty years or more in between bouts of lovemaking, one could certainly wait a few more days. And besides—We’re going to live, Ann Veronica! Oh, the things we’ll do, the life we’ll lead! There’ll be trouble in it at times—you and I aren’t going to run without friction. He laughed reassuringly. In another minute, the tramp of horses' feet told that the perpetrators of the outrage had effected their escape. She was wan and white. They were bathing in the stream. He embraced her, kissing her cheek, then her neck. The thing is done.
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