” “I will wait,” said Ann Veronica, still not looking at him, “and we will go into Regent’s Park. Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. It would be protective; it would with age turn to silver unnoticeably.
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