He paused at the bamboo curtain of her room, which was in semi-darkness. These daughters! He gnawed his pen and reflected, tore the sheet up, and began again. But it is all very different. She did most urgently desire to save her face in Morningside Park, and for long hours she could think of no way of putting it that would not be in the nature of unconditional admission of defeat. “That’s HIM,” said Ann Veronica, in sound, idiomatic English. Already she knew that she was overstaying her welcome.
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