But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. ‘You were his daughter. She could not feel her own body. The inside was empty except for an infant, which from a distance looked utterly normal. All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her.
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