” “Couldn’t I make a treaty?” Ann Veronica thought, and could not see any possible treaty that would leave it open for her to have quasi-surreptitious dinners with Ramage or go on walking round the London squares discussing Socialism with Miss Miniver toward the small hours. Danger, in the form he apprehended, was lurking outside: nor was he destined to enjoy long repose. ‘Alors, what advantages?’ ‘But think,’ he said earnestly, moving a little closer. “But, of course, she may have come from one of the other flats. And besides—We’re going to live, Ann Veronica! Oh, the things we’ll do, the life we’ll lead! There’ll be trouble in it at times—you and I aren’t going to run without friction. How am I supposed to rent an apartment when I cannot legally buy cigarettes? I couldn’t use you. Ann Veronica decided to be more explicit.
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