All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. But they cut it all off. “Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head. ‘For that I shall certainly not leave until you have told me every tiny detail. Come and see him, Lucia. A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. In the middle there was a gate. She described the Goopes and the Fabians to him, and gave him a sketch of her landlady; and he talked in the most liberal and entertaining way of a modern young woman’s outlook. He is extremely old—forty at least—and he has a belly excessively fat.
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