She had seen for herself right up in the bedroom window with her binoculars when Joanie was gone shopping one night, right with her own eyes. “I think,” he said, “that you have found the real home of the lotus-eaters. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. ‘I live in Kent. “The first person you love, Ann Veronica, is yourself—get hold of that! The soul you have to save is Ann Veronica’s soul. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. There was a second co-respondent. “There is one thing I must concentrate on at the moment,” she told herself, “and that is how to pay my next week’s bill to Mrs. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts.
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