She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying. I tell you that I love you, Anna, and I believe that you love me. “Let us put the lamp out,” she said; “the flames are ever so much better for talking,” and Ann Veronica agreed. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. I wonder, Ann Veronica, if, when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?” Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths. ‘To the contrary, I will have you to know something. The man asked twelve guineas, but after a little bargaining, he came down to ten.
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