She remembered the doctor's warning that the real battle would begin when the patient recovered consciousness. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. If it was not an actual personal lover, it still might be the lover not yet incarnate, not yet perhaps suspected. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. Manning’s feelings, and as Ann Veronica’s mind was still largely engaged with fundamentals and found no pleasure in metrical forms, she had not as yet cut its pages.
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