” She looked away from him. “You had no right—” panted Ann Veronica. He had need of all the inexhaustible energy of his character to support him through his toilsome walk over the wet grass, or along the slippery ploughed land. For the sort of love-making you think about. For a while they stood there, silent, motionless, staring at the doorway where still a few strings of the bamboo curtain swayed and twisted, agitated by the Wastrel's passage. He had dungarees on and a blue work shirt. But I must—I ought—” “I MUST talk about this.
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