He savored the last solo, the coda. He knew me, Nigel. She traveled through back yards and quiet side streets on her way home, careful to avoid the main thoroughfares, fraught as they were with people in cars who would recognize her person or notice her dress. ‘Very. “Go to London,” said Ann Veronica. There was the world besides, looming darker and larger. ‘Your wife?’ ‘My wife,’ he repeated, rising also, his smile mocking her. Then she and her husband went off to a Yorkshire practice, and had four more babies, none of whom photographed well, and so she passed beyond the sphere of Ann Veronica’s sympathies altogether. It would send business elsewhere; and the hotel business in Canton was never so prosperous that one could afford to lose a single guest.
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