But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her, echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. ‘What do you want with me? Why did you catch me?’ ‘You intrigue me,’ he told her frankly. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. I will remember them, Sebastian, along with my mother and father, and all the others I came to love and lose. Anyhow, that is how things are. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. We struggle against it at first, but in the end we have to submit. She held out her hand frankly. For she and this old lady became at once friends. CHAPTER XXIX. “Of course we go to school. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. You will never be happy with this hanging over you.
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