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She closed the book that she
had been pretending to read and gathered her black
umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she
despised. "For me—his master, Mr. ”
“Yes, but men;” said Ann Veronica, plunging; “don’t you want the love of
men?”
For some seconds they remained silent, both shocked by this question. And, setting down the
link, he proceeded deliberately to untie his cravat. “Forgive me,” he
decided to say at last, and his voice had a little quiver of emotion, and he laid his
hand on hers upon her knee. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt,
crashing music. She directed the
orchestra to tune again. At last, after a long rumbling journey in a stuffy windowless van, she reached
Canongate Prison—for Holloway had its quota already. Curiously enough nothing will persuade him
that she is not ‘Alcide. ”
He glanced over at her cockeyed, and then returned
his gaze to the road. And this damning evidence―’ with a
brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed. In fact, one of them was
downright sceptical. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was
within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly
conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes.
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