All the same, I don’t
admit it. And yet for all that—
It got into Ann Veronica’s nights at last and kept her awake, the perplexing
contrast between the advanced thought and the advanced thinker. Do you know anything of his friends? Is there any one for whom we ought to
send?”
“I know very little of him beyond his name,” Anna answered. He seized a tray, squatted on the
floor, and imitated the tom-tom. A vein of conviction
mingled with his burlesque. ” An awkward moment of
silence followed. The house had in fact been converted into a convent,
but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed
in this part of town. She was supposed to be reading at home,
and after breakfast she strolled into the vegetable garden, and having taken up a
position upon the staging of a disused greenhouse that had the double advantage
of being hidden from the windows of the house and secure from the sudden
appearance of any one, she resumed the reading of Mr. Gay," he added, turning to the poet. "
"You paint yourself worse than you are, dear Mrs.
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