“Stop,” he said. She had remained patently unavailable to him. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and there was so much that struggled for expression. Playing became a way of escape. “I trust,” he said, “that you will recognize the justice of these conditions. “I think everything’s right,” said Ann Veronica, with the roaming eye of a capable but not devoted house-mistress. It is abominable—” “What is the use of keeping up this note of indignation, Ann Veronica? Here I am! I am your lover, burning for you.
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