“If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. I think that I have become a drug drinker. He would never recognize me now. I thought then perhaps you didn’t care, that you were like so many of them. Her eyes were lit with smouldering passion.
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