Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. Her gratitude swelled within her. It was the expression of Miss Klegg’s face that put the idea into Ann Veronica’s head of showing Manning at the College one day, an idea which she didn’t for some reason or other carry out for a fortnight. " Romance! The Seven Seas are hers. He removed his cigarette from his lips and waved it gently in the air. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. Now, as she stared at the image of her own face, she recalled something Major Alderley had said.
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