They seemed the most wrapped things in all Ann Veronica’s wrappered world. Pipes were lighted; and Mr. Impassive by nature and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of disappointment. That’s— that’s my private life. Ann Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream, and put her elbows before her on the table.
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