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” “You talk strangely, Anna,” he said. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. “Okay. She was aware of it now as if it were a voice shouting outside a house, shouting passionate verities in a hot sunlight, a voice that cries while people talk insincerely in a darkened room and pretend not to hear. I have been around them for long enough. “Did you see who that was?” he asked in a low tone. You came to me, you wished me to speak to Anna. You shall behold him. ‘I’m on your side. Take your pick, Mrs.
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