All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark
break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the
perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her,
preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. She cleaned
everything, wiped every surface, mopped and scrubbed
every last drop of blood. He no longer made love to her, as
there was no point. ‘R-rien. "To be sure," returned Wild; "he's not only alive, but likely for life, if we don't
clip the thread. “What have you done to yourself?” he muttered. Unless he has dealings with the devil, he could never have done
this alone. She realized in a moment
what had happened. If I’d meant it, my girl, you’d be dead meat.
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