Ann Veronica was lying on her bed in a darkling room staring at the ceiling. ” “Any place would be beautiful,” said Ann Veronica, in a low voice. Somehow I haven’t connected the idea with you. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. That I should be challenged by you of all people. None of this by-play escaped Ruth, whose sense of humour needed no developing.
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