” “Rum,” said Ann Veronica. ” For some creditable moments in her life Ann Veronica was utterly disgusted with herself; she was wrung with a passionate and belated desire to move gently, to speak softly and ambiguously—to be, in effect, prim. ” John traced his finger over the meeting point of her breast and her ribcage as they lay naked on his unmade bed. ‘And you know, my dear, I do think you must make up your mind to beard this wretched grandfather of yours. ” His face darkened. ” “You disappoint me,” she said wearily. ” “What?” He asked. ‘En tout cas, it is not up at all, but down. What was she going to do? One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert herself at once or perish. ” He was arrested for a moment by an indistinct picture of Veronica reading this last sentence. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected.
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