” When Ann Veronica could attend again she found the men were discussing the ethics of the depreciation of house property through the increasing tumult of traffic in the West End, and agreeing with each other to a devastating extent. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. To-morrow I shall come and talk to you again—of other things. Where even to be a Catholic, they say, is to be looked upon with scorn and disgust. A knot of three policemen in conflict with her staggered toward Ann Veronica’s attendants and distracted their attention. All her questions would have as a background the idea of future defence. My name is Annabel, not Anna.
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