"To be lonely! What is physical torture, if someone
who loves you is nigh? But to be alone … as I am!… yes, and as you are! Oh,
you haven't told me, but I can see with half an eye. ”
Anna shook hands with Brendon—a young man also, but older and more selfpossessed than Sydney Courtlaw. In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a
tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a
dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a
typewriter. And this great mellow place, this
London, now was hers, to struggle with, to go where she pleased in, to overcome
and live in. So that the
thought of Ann Veronica up-stairs had been extremely painful for her through all
the silent dinner-time that night. It added to the
picturesqueness of the Sha-mien night to observe these gaily coloured lanterns
dancing hither and yon like June fireflies in a meadow. Her eardrums
were burning with the echoes of those hideous shouts.
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