‘She is constantly thinking of you,’ I said. The curtain before one mystery was torn aside, and she saw in reality what lay behind the impulse that had led her into the young man's room. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. Not only that, but he carried himself erect— the slight slouch which had bent his shoulders had altogether disappeared. Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling.
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