I tried painting and couldn’t get on. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. ” Ann Veronica sat over her fire with her father’s note in her hand. She tried gentle words with him, beguiling perfumes, even slipped aphrodisiac tisanes into his soup.
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