It slipped out—as did that “she”. “Are you serious?” “You know very well that I should never joke on such a subject. ‘Merely making a useful contact. What about your luggage?” “I could get a few of my things, at any rate,” she said. Mark stayed away from Lucy, which was just as Sheila liked it. Ann Veronica stared at his foolish, propitiatory smile, his hungry gaze, through one moment of amazement, then stepped aside and went on her way with a quickened step. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment.
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