Manning relinquished his cup, and looked meaningly at Ann Veronica. She was sore and overstrung, and it was intolerable to her that he should stand within three yards of her unsuspectingly, with an incalculably vast power over her happiness. They were a dull grey, but the dark frizzed hair that framed her face was attractive. He was entranced as she walked towards him.
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