Sometimes her
straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and
decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of
passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as
she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. “I wonder,” said Ann Veronica at last, “if I am beautiful? I wonder if I shall
ever shine like a light, like a translucent goddess?—
“I wonder—
“I suppose girls and women have prayed for this, have come to this—In
Babylon, in Nineveh. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. He had an objective now. Other girls gathered around like
sheep. She tried to
compose her thoughts, to think of the last six months, to steep herself in the calm
beauty of the surroundings. She
recoiled. It had been Ann Veronica’s lot as the youngest child to live in a home that
became less animated and various as she grew up. “Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love.
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