It began to rain, a cold sweat of precipitation that was more sickly than refreshing. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. I don’t want you to talk to me now. Ann Veronica found herself walking back down the Avenue that had just been the scene of her first proposal beside her aunt, and speculating for the first time in her life about that lady’s mental attitudes. Her wedding gown! She wondered if the spirit of the unknown mother looked down upon her.
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