She had fallen asleep on the wooden bed,
uncaring of lice or bedbugs. She was wearing a
becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for
several hours at least. If you live, well and
good; if you die, well and good. “Now I see what everything means,” said Ann Veronica to herself; and it
really felt for some days as though the secret of the universe, that had been
wrapped and hidden from her so obstinately, was at last altogether displayed. “One doesn’t want to turn the whole thing into a mere sex antagonism. we’ll stop by the Amoco
on Maple. He embraced her,
kissing her cheek, then her neck. . She
receded into the entryway, opening her palm and
gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled
out for visitors.
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