For a time Ann Veronica’s attention was diverted by her aunt’s interest in the salted almonds. The music throbbed into the warnings that preceded the king’s irruption. She let go of him and stood up, straightening herself. Instead, they appeared to be at the hygienic level of tramps’ lodging-houses.
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