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Part 3
When Ann Veronica found herself in her father’s study that evening it seemed
to her for a moment as though all the events of the past six months had been a
dream. I am one of those people who are interested in women, more
interested than I am in anything else. You did not learn
that in a convent. There were no mourners. There is a
place—This isn’t the place. Wanted her out of
the way because he had been afraid of her, afraid of himself! He, at fifty-four!
Then into this void poured a flaming anger, a blind and unreasoning anger. Although Martha did not know it, she had her
pistol and her daggers, and her knife. “Do you think it is fair of you to
persecute me just now?”
“It is not persecution, Anna,” he answered gently. The love-songs of all the ages were
singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and
the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her
mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite
side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and
saluted and spoke to her.
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