The doorbell tinkled and Michelle grabbed her purse
and rushed down the creaky wooden stairs. Part 6
When Ann Veronica reached her little bed-sitting-room again, every nerve in
her body was quivering with shame and self-disgust. She pawed at him, her hunger for
his body making her dizzy with anticipation. She crawled over and caught at the skirts of this
white woman who understood. Without a struggle he could give up his flesh and blood like that! "I
can now give myself to God utterly; no human emotion will ever be shuttling in
between. He came in apologetically; all the old “Well, and how ARE we?”
note gone; and once he asked Ann Veronica, almost furtively,
“How’s Alice getting on, Vee?” Finally, on the Day, he appeared like his old
professional self transfigured, in the most beautiful light gray trousers Ann
Veronica had ever seen and a new shiny silk hat with a most becoming roll. ’
‘I imagine it must be a relief to you, after so lucky an escape. "The gentleman under the table," she answered.
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