Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel
porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her
books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat
down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire. Generations had been
born and died in between the times she had gotten laid. She took up one of her father’s
novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on
her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning
forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. "
"Oh! certainly," answered Griffin; "certainly. . “Are you feeling okay?”
“Just fine. As it is, we've only a
couple of ducks—and they were intended for you. “No, John, you won’t understand. ‘Or do I arrest you and have these soldiers
march you off to gaol?’
A sweep of his arm indicated the array of military strength on the benches,
every eye of which was trained on the little scene being enacted before them. Neither would she allow herself
to feel guilty nor would she allow him to find a way into
the house. And their monasteries and convents are still not officially permitted to
exist here.
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