’ For the moment I thought it was a telegram from Gwen. He had one son, who had been co-educated, and three daughters with peculiarly jolly red hair that Ann Veronica found adorable. She posed herself before her mirror and surveyed herself with gravely thoughtful, gravely critical, and yet admiring eyes. Shame and electricity coursed through her veins, flowing directly from him in a flash flood. Marriage was a taboo subject between them. All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. “Won’t you sit down,” she said, “and tell me what you want to say?” Her voice was flat and faint.
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