“Ah, Vee,” he said, “that’s better! and kissed her back rather clumsily. ‘Don’t dare address me by
such a title. But
look at these glorious daisies!”
“But don’t you think political questions ARE important?”
“I don’t think they are this afternoon, and I don’t think they are to you. “There was a keg, hash, LSD, pot, you know, the
usual. “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are,
wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the
customs of any time. I should like Mr. “I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is
not a good place for her. There would be
no moon. Have you seen much of her lately?”
“Nothing at all,” he answered. She would come back and write letters,
carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from
Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and
think.
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