“Don’t!” she begged. And, in fact, all round the problem you don’t know and I don’t see how I could possibly have told you before. The quiet encounter and home-coming Ann Veronica and she had contemplated was entirely disorganized by this misadventure; there were no adequate explanations, and after they had settled things at Ann Veronica’s lodgings, they reached home in the early afternoon estranged and depressed, with headaches and the trumpet voice of the indomitable Kitty Brett still ringing in their ears. But it was hopelessly hard to put. What lends a tragic mockery to all these tender traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds.
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