“Why on earth,” he asked, “did you hurt me like that?” Ann Veronica did her best to think she had not deliberately attempted to cause him pain. The material cares of life hang about your neck like a millstone. I am grateful, indeed I am. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. You’re dealing with me now, not Gerald.
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