” “I mean—” “I behaved like an idiot, that’s all. “How shall I put the question? What am I? What have I got to do with myself?. She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. I think that there is no better friend for a girl than a man rather older than herself. Gosse were you born, and Gosse will you remain to your death. The day comes when you shall regret how you have spoken to me. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. She formed a wild resolution, and, lest she should waver from it, she set about at once to realize it. ’ ‘Some of them more pleasurable than others, I take it. “Oh, much better. 82 She was putting a manuscript away, gingerly locking its heavy tooled cover, but it was a huge, awkward tome. C. “No. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips.
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