She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. ‘I’m taking you to Gerald, my girl. ‘For once, you’re talking like a sensible man. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. He tried again. \" She cooed into his ear, stroking his chest hair. Outside the door stood one of the soldiers. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. “Please stay,” she said briefly.
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