I am something of an old fogey, Anna, I’m afraid, but if you treat me like this you will teach me to forget it. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. He spoke in quick nervous sentences. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. The little spot of rouge was vivid enough now by reason of this new pallor, which seemed to draw the colour even from her lips.
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