“I know,” she said quietly, “that Paris, where she has been so much admired, is
not a good place for her. 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. Lucy marveled at the billiards table
and the sauna. There’s no sense in morality, I suppose, unless you are fundamentally immoral. Gerald
at once rid himself of his own glass and leapt to her assistance. At the thought of the major, her tears redoubled and she
was obliged to rip off a piece from the remnants of her already maltreated underpetticoats with which to blow her nose and soak the damp from her cheeks. Save my seat.
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