Why had he kissed her? What had led him into that? Neither love nor passion— utter blankness so far as reducing the act to terms. Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. But always this new phase in life which civilization called convention threw up barrier after barrier. He walked with bent head. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. “Have you ever been to the opera, Ann Veronica?” said Ramage.
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