She would always be going to and fro up the Avenue, getting glimpses of Ramage, seeing him in trains. He met her eyes with his fiery black gaze. I don’t care what else there is in the world. You are not my husband. “What have I been all this time?” she asked herself, and answered, “Just stark egotism, crude assertion of Ann Veronica, without a modest rag of religion or discipline or respect for authority to cover me!” It seemed to her as though she had at last found the touchstone of conduct. It was my destiny to have her. “A wonderful piece of work,” he declared. "You can't go to sea with a book of rules.
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