” The wedding-breakfast was for Ann Veronica a spectacle of the unreal consuming the real; she liked that part very well, until she was carelessly served against her expressed wishes with mayonnaise. There was a moment’s breathless and disappointed silence. Tickle the ears of their reverences with any idle nonsense you please: but tell them nothing you care to have repeated. In the artificial light her skin had the tint and lustre of a yellow pearl. “I believe that he would bore me. But how long would she last, withering away to a desiccated pile of skin and bone? Round and round she would go.
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