I AM an abandoned female. She limited herself to eating once a fortnight, until she discovered that she could go without comfortably for a month. “I first saw you crossing the river Arno, after a spring rain had spoiled the day for everyone except the ducks. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. And look, again, at the women one finds letting lodgings. Heliers. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or pneumonia or something like that. She found herself mildly entertained by staring at the houses through the rain as she walked home, all cast in a gray blurry film noir gauze of rain. It was locked. Ann Veronica snatched at the opportunity, and spent most of the intervening time in the Assyrian Court of the British Museum, reading and thinking over a little book upon the feminist movement the tired woman had made her buy.
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