“Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. ” She stopped. Why did you let him have it?" "Let him have it? I can't stand at the elbow of any of the guests and regulate his or her actions. One little minute with soap and water, voilà tout. She saw herself begin a slow, sinuous dance: and stop suddenly in the middle of a figure, conscious that the dance was not impromptu, her own, but native—the same dance she had quitted but a few minutes gone. She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it.
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