She had money of her own—much more than I have—and there was no need to squabble about that. Then she sat watching the play, sometimes offering a helpful suggestion, sometimes letting her attention wander to the smoothly shining arms she had folded across her knees just below the edge of the table. Ann Veronica intervened a little in the novelist discussion with a defence of Esmond and a denial that the Egoist was obscure, and when she spoke every one else stopped talking and listened. She taught me how to crochet and cross stitch. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men. Even he was not oblivious to it, and after about two minutes of awkward French kissing, he pulled away.
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