At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes
wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil,
she fell asleep. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as
you Yankees say. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where
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it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but
mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long
white gown. ”
“The explanation seems to me to be reasonably simple,” Annabel said coldly. More,’ he said, ‘but I’m told it’s the
most amusing thing in London at the present time. She stared at his
pleading face. No more. I applaud your prudence:
it is, however, needless. But in its stead—toward
morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime,
appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the
poet and the novelist in him. Ann Veronica found herself in the presence of the most disconcerting fact in
human experience, the kindliness of people you believe to be thoroughly wrong. She was greatly heartened by doing this.
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