In between naps she increasingly found herself gazing at him, his large nose, his eyes circled in silvery plum shadows, his thin lips parted as he slept baring a rim of perfect teeth. “What can one do?” asked Ann Veronica. " "Bring him here,—let me see him—let me embrace him—let me be assured that he is safe, and I am yours. Ann Veronica was one of the few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord.
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