She had never had a pet, never had a real
doll. She drifted, via Theobald’s Road, obliquely toward the region about Titchfield
Street. I had two offers of marriage from men
I liked very much indeed, but it never occurred to me to listen to either of them. 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. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not.
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