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Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel
porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her
books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat
down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. Even on cool days the gardens were colorful and
bright, with orange trees emanating sweetness and
bumblebees drunkenly weaving from flower to flower. She had a few acquaintances, English
gentlemen, but she lived with her sister—was a lady. ‘The truth is, Everett,’ she said brightly, limping up to the general and tucking
a hand in his arm, ‘that the girl is you all over again.
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