Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. "What do you think of your nephew, Sir Rowland?" whispered Jonathan, who sat
with his back towards Thames, so that his features were concealed from the
youth's view. “I think,” began Ann Veronica, “that you don’t realize—”
He disregarded her entirely. Clarice loved babies as
much as Lucia did and chattered about them day and
night. I should lose
every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. I suppose I ought to
have been a man. “I’ve been following you for many years. “Now, Veronica,” he pleaded, “Veronica, this is most unreasonable. We were expecting rather to find a male antagonist. Her curiosity was insatiable, her
dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color
her babies would inherit. Aren't we
funny? And just as I was beginning to lose faith in human beings, to have
someone like this come along! It is almost as if she were acting a rôle, and she
isn't.
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