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"But you are young!" It was a protest, almost vehement. They were
bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her
fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny
clapboard house. “I suppose Paris is very, very distracting. Of course, I don't believe she's what
you would call flush. "There! off with you!" whispered Mrs. ‘Obsessed, that’s
what you are. “I am a fool,” he said. Her cheeks were the colour of chalk, her eyes were filled with terror. She moved her hand off of his knee, deliberately
slow. “You see,” said Ann Veronica, with the air of one who shares a difficulty,
“I’ve promised to go. “My God! Ann Veronica,” he said, struggling to keep his hold upon her; “my
God! Tell me—tell me now—tell me you love me!”
His expression was as it were rapaciously furtive. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. You
could walk the city streets and with every blink you could
take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart
would weep for it. ’
‘You’re incorrigible,’ scolded Hilary, beginning to follow.
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