“I was never at any such dinner, and I am quite sure that I do not know you. How do you like the story?” “Go on,” said Ann Veronica, a little hoarsely, “tell me all of it. She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. “Couldn’t we three go out and have some coffee somewhere? The thought of that drawing-room paralyses me. Will you find your destiny, I wonder, or will you go through life like so many others—a wanderer, knocking ever at empty doors, homeless to the last? Oh, if one could but find the way to your heart. “I meant it.
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