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Gerald looked at it, then at her face. ” “WHAT?” said Ann Veronica, startled. ” The tired woman sat still for a moment. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. She was in ill trim for walking, but somehow or other she made her way as far as the Champs Elysées, and sank down upon an empty seat. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. His first date, he was a late bloomer for a Popular. She was the High Priestess. “Do you hear!” she said “whatever you are, wherever you are! I will not be slave to the thought of any man, slave to the customs of any time.
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