I must take you to the Suffrage people, and the
Tolstoyans, and the Fabians. She is extremely
lovely, but for her to have borne the name of the Blessed Virgin would have been
nothing short of sacrilege. “Let me introduce my friend to you,” Courtlaw said. It was
a gracious gesture, she thought, as he trudged to the
Beck’s humble doorstep in his stiff blue polyester
uniform. Inside was Anna, leaning a little forward to
watch the passers-by, bright-eyed, full to the brim of the insatiable curiosity of
youth—the desire to understand and appreciate this new world in which she
found herself. Beyond was a field sloping steeply upwards, and at the top a small
pine plantation. Probably she mistook you; probably she thought you cared.
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