“Look here,” he said, “I brought you here to make love to you. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. At the opening of the van doors and the emergence into the fresh air Ann Veronica’s doubt and depression gave place to the wildest exhilaration. She was to fall back amongst the ruck, a young woman of talent, content perhaps to earn a scanty living by painting Christmas cards, or teaching at a kindergarten. She forgot Anna’s sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened upon her sister’s shoulders. “There is some one else whom I care for!” He laughed hardly. Ennison’s acquaintance. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. " The stranger smiled incredulously.
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