You are afraid—that here in
London—I shall not be a success. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly,
and said, in a deep, arch voice:
“Talking of love again; spring again, love again. This was the worst
summer that I ever had in my life, Europe and all, and I
can’t tell you how many times I drove by that Violin
Camp hoping to catch a look at you, praying that there
wasn’t some horny violin guy waiting to ask you out. The door into the passage offered itself with an irresistible invitation—the one
alternative to a public, inexplicable passion of weeping. In that case I'll help you. Now lend me your own hand. Sheppard. Proper enough now,
when he could not help himself, but the habit would be formed; and when he
was strong again it would become the normal role, hers to give and his to
receive. ”
Ann Veronica had remained standing while her aunt spoke.
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