It happened that at the extremest point of Ann Veronica’s social circle from the Widgetts was the family of the Morningside Park horsedealer, a company of extremely dressy and hilarious young women, with one equestrian brother addicted to fancy waistcoats, cigars, and facial spots. Now, it was a wilderness of weeds. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. Capes sat watching and admiring her, and then he fell praising the day and fortune and their love for each other. Wood to a seat within it, immediately pushed from land. They made a stratum into which Ann Veronica was now plunged up to her neck; it had become her stratum. ’ A little sigh escaped her. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. They crossed the Park to the westward, and then turned back and walked round the circle about the Royal Botanical Gardens and then southwardly toward Waterloo. " "Treated you like a white man there, did they?" "Like a gentleman. She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there.
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