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“It may be true, but it
isn’t quite what I have in mind. This information was received by Jonathan with a lowering brow. When John’s parents weren’t home, they made love in
his bedroom. Her little bedsitting-room was like a lair, and she went out from it into this vast, dun world,
with its smoke-gray houses, its glaring streets of shops, its dark streets of homes,
its orange-lit windows, under skies of dull copper or muddy gray or black, much
as an animal goes out to seek food. I wonder, Ann Veronica, if,
when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?”
Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths.
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