It happened that at the extremest point of Ann Veronica’s social circle from the Widgetts was the family of the Morningside Park horsedealer, a company of extremely dressy and hilarious young women, with one equestrian brother addicted to fancy waistcoats, cigars, and facial spots. She was supposed to be reading at home, and after breakfast she strolled into the vegetable garden, and having taken up a position upon the staging of a disused greenhouse that had the double advantage of being hidden from the windows of the house and secure from the sudden appearance of any one, she resumed the reading of Mr. ‘Parbleu,’ said Gerald. He must never refuse her anything which was within his power to grant—anything (he modified) which did not lead to his motives. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. It’s an instinct. What other reason could there be? It’s more complex, but it’s better. The shops were lighting up into gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she had lost her way.
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