“Frightful lot of things aren’t settled,” said Ann Veronica. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. . She went about in a negligent November London that had become very dark and foggy and greasy and forbidding indeed, and tried to find that modest but independent employment she had so rashly assumed. “That’s all very well when one isn’t the material experimented upon,” Ann Veronica had remarked.
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