I
even offered him back the half interest he had sold to me. Her eyes were insane
with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning
to heal from her long sojourn underground. He was a civil servant of some
standing, and after a previous conversation upon aesthetics of a sententious,
nebulous, and sympathetic character, he had sent her a small volume, which he
described as the fruits of his leisure and which was as a matter of fact rather
carefully finished verse. Sir Rowland laid his hand upon his sword. Ann Veronica listened thoughtfully,
with her eyes on the turf, and now and then she asked a question or looked up to
discuss a point. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the
time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive,
as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion.
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