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She put her head out of the window. Stanley’s pace slackened. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. Priests and princes sought his knowledge of languages and philosophy and wantonly tried to throw themselves into his bed. Each wing had a small cupola; and, in the centre of the pile rose a larger dome, surmounted by a gilded ball and vane. “If my own mother was alive,” sobbed Ann Veronica, “she would understand. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds. So that it seemed to her the whole world had changed —the very light of it had changed. “Lucy, that’s horrible. It was in her eyes—the big thing that comes but once.
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