As though it was indelicate—it’s just a sort of shyness. Let us be gone. If so, do not hesitate to tell me. I found it on the beach, just sitting there nestled inside a piece of driftwood. Where was this kindly world she had drawn so rosily in fancy? Disillusion everywhere. For so far she had kept it uncashed. “Let us put the lamp out,” she said; “the flames are ever so much better for talking,” and Ann Veronica agreed.
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