He touched a long-standing sore, and Ann Veronica found herself vainly trying to explain—the inexplicable. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. He shall have the estates. Her lover surely did not 223 understand the implications of what he had asked for and his lust blinded him to the realities of existence even now.
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