So that the thought of Ann Veronica up-stairs had been extremely painful for her through all the silent dinner-time that night. She turned to Martha as the lad exited by the back door, but her nurse forestalled anything she might have said. “I suppose I should let go if I had. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk.
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