I will never consent till I see him. She had set out
to get a beautiful life, a free, untrammelled life, self-development, without
counting the cost either for herself or others. Loneliness. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly,
and said, in a deep, arch voice:
“Talking of love again; spring again, love again. And who knew if the men that Gerald had posted there would follow her to
protect her somewhere else? In truth, where were these soldiers? She could not
see them, although she assiduously searched the mist-shrouded square from the
vantage point of the bay window in the large first floor room which had become
her headquarters.
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