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” “I thought I explained—” “Come home!” Ann Veronica shrugged her shoulders. Old Kesterton, choleric-looking individual nearly opposite, will curse the cooking till he’s black in the face, but he never misses a dinner. In the struggle her cap fell off. The softly glittering summer stars! She saw them shining over mountains of snow, over valleys of haze and warm darkness. Presently she was going through a swaying, noisy crowd, whose faces grinned and stared pitilessly in the light of the electric standards.
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