And at last Ann Veronica and Miss Miniver came down the dark staircase and out into the foggy spaces of the London squares, and crossed Russell Square, Woburn Square, Gordon Square, making an oblique route to Ann Veronica’s lodging. “By-the-bye, Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “do you know that I am a very great admirer of your sister’s? I wonder if she has ever spoken to you of me. You never saw him before yesterday. Although she did not understand why he persisted in this pursuit of her affairs. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. Each human contact leaves some indelible mark. But I don't look for peace on this side the grave. I felt—I felt living in a masked world. You tried bravely enough to hide your preference, to look at us all with the same eyes, to speak to us in the same tone. The same old lines and verses, over and over, until there had come times when shrieking would have relieved her.
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