Paul’s,
were rich and wonderful with the soft sunshine of London, the softest, the finest
grained, the most penetrating and least emphatic sunshine in the world. But it means no end of
a row. They sat down, McClintock reaching for a lump of sugar which he began
munching. The Vorsack house bore the stamp of Diane in every
visible spot. “And what on earth,” he said, “do you think
the world is made of? Why do you think I have been doing things for you? The
abstract pleasure of goodness? Are you one of the members of that great white
sisterhood that takes and does not give? The good accepting woman! Do you
really suppose a girl is entitled to live at free quarters on any man she meets
without giving any return?”
“I thought,” said Ann Veronica, “you were my friend.
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