Whatever anticipation Ann Veronica had formed of this vanished in the reality. ” “I didn’t mind that little argument. ‘Yes, I know. The queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. Wood was so much exhausted that he was obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours overpowered by grief. At the Palazzo she had been confined to her own sunny windowed quarters most of the time, but she had the entire run of the inside of the manor. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness. It was from Brendon. . ” She finished her breakfast and strolled out across the garden with the letters still in her hand.
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