She left for good after he fell
asleep. ’
‘You speak it very well,’ Gerald said encouragingly. The address was of
course her destination, thousands of miles away, an infinitesimal spot in a
terrifying space. One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the
family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a
bundle in her arms. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was
bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon
rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the
purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a
dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as
Miss Miniver. "I can't tell you!" she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little hand as
tightly as possible; "it's a secret!"
"I'll soon find it out, then," he returned, playfully forcing the paper from her
grasp. “When one wants a thing more than anything else in the world,” she said with
outrageous frankness, “one naturally wishes one had it. \"I'm sorry, Larry. "
"So am I. “I want to be a Person,” said Ann Veronica to the downs and
the open sky; “I will not have this happen to me, whatever else may happen in its
place.
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