He begged their attention for the next turn. 70 <9> A MARRIAGE, PART II She dreamt of the inn they had stopped at after her suicide attempt, the flea-ridden hostel her husband had angrily toted her to after the incident at the country house. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. To call yourself ‘Alcide’! Your hair, your gestures, your voice, all mine! Oh, how dared you do it?” “You must not forget,” Anna said calmly, “that it is necessary for me also—to live. "The only disguise I ever put on is a dress-suit, and I look as natural as a pig at a Mahomedan dinner. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion. To-morrow I am going to Paris.
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