She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. “In a sense—yes. " And, once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. The reply he received this time put him into a state of continuous bewilderment. Ann Veronica was not ready enough to deal with that counter-stroke. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. But he wrote on. She uttered a little ejaculative note of joy and rushed to the bed. It’s 180 endearing.
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