” “I don’t mind knowing,” said Ann Veronica. “You didn’t expect that I should kiss you?” “How was I to know that a man would—would think it was possible—when there was nothing—no love?” “How did I know there wasn’t love?” That silenced her for a moment. Anna never knew whither it had led her— sometimes she had fears. It was his particular hobby, and the leisure he had to apply to it had given him a remarkable appraising eye. “How could he call except in your absence, as you are never at home in the afternoon. “You don’t know him, Anna,” she said with a little shudder, “or you would not talk like that. Outside the door he turned and stared at the panels. We aren't between him and heaven; he is between us and heaven. This was a much more serious task than he anticipated. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. Unless we can get some optimism into him, he'll probably start this all over again when he gets on his feet. I do not wish to seek them out, en effet.
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