Her arms and feet were uncovered, and of almost skeleton thinness. Stanley, putting his hands on the table in the manner rather of a barrister than a solicitor, and regarding her balefully through his glasses with quite undisguised animosity, asked, “And may I presume to inquire, then, what you mean to do?—how do you propose to live?” “I shall live,” sobbed Ann Veronica. When I examined you for ‘ill humors’ I longed to run my hands over your entire body, to touch your face, to caress you in the places that would give you pleasure. They seemed the most wrapped things in all Ann Veronica’s wrappered world. Last night there had been no time. Partly, from your confessor; partly, from other sources.
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