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Ann
Veronica watched her face, vaguely sympathizing with her, vaguely disliking her
physical insufficiency and her convulsive movements, and the fine eyebrows
were knit with a faint perplexity. Sometimes it seemed that she would never recover it. He seemed inexorable, and
inscrutable as fate itself. The wedding procession passed on, and the cynical rabble poured in behind. "
"You flatter me," smiled Sir James. “Think of what Lady Palsworthy will say! Think of what”—So-and-so
—“will say! What are we to tell people?
“Besides, what am I to tell your father?”
At first it had not been at all clear to Ann Veronica that she would refuse to
return home; she had had some dream of a capitulation that should leave her an
enlarged and defined freedom, but as her aunt put this aspect and that of her
flight to her, as she wandered illogically and inconsistently from one urgent
consideration to another, as she mingled assurances and aspects and emotions, it
became clearer and clearer to the girl that there could be little or no change in the
position of things if she returned. Frankly, it is the funniest thing which has ever happened to me in
my life. It seemed older than Rome, and the stone
covering it gave resistance. He had never liked
to be hugged, but she wondered if his corporeal needs
would be made apparent by human touch. Perhaps that is why I
lost my ambition.
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