A few steps brought him to the door of the vault in which his mother was immured. Ann Veronica watched her face, vaguely sympathizing with her, vaguely disliking her physical insufficiency and her convulsive movements, and the fine eyebrows were knit with a faint perplexity. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. Fiercely defensive, as usual. ‘As to that, I am a devil, say the nuns. ” “It’s so strange to think of you—troubled by such things.
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