” He crossed his arms. That is what I’ve had on my conscience. I could never
make you understand. In a little while—to-morrow—all
these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was
yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. It happened that at the extremest point of Ann Veronica’s
social circle from the Widgetts was the family of the Morningside Park horsedealer, a company of extremely dressy and hilarious young women, with one
equestrian brother addicted to fancy waistcoats, cigars, and facial spots. He was never drunk in the
accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. And what's more, I promise to abide by his decision. Befuddle yourself, if you want to. Wood—and
after him came his daughter. A distant suggestion of chalets and a glimpse of the road set
them talking for a time of the world they had left behind. I cannot answer that question.
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