All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. Down under the incalculable selfishness of the penitent child there was the man's uneasy recollection of Judas. ‘How disappointing,’ mourned Gerald. "Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. They will guess that I am English.
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