When it came time to eat once again, she hid out on the beach, a remote fastness beyond the city walls, a swampy morass that everyone avoided. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. She found herself struggling with a storm of tears. "The nurses," she answered. ” “Auntie?” asked Constance, who was conversant with Ann Veronica’s affairs. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield Street.
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