I should have thought my note cleared up
everything. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were
in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure!
but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street
again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you
confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your
grandfather, girl. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet;
from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. Very glad. When she was done she checked the patio door and
carried his body into the garage, burying his remains next
to the ten year old girl he had raped and killed last
autumn, whose bones were starting to show in small areas
where the maggots had feasted.
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