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I know faces. ” Ann Veronica picked a cornflower. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment.
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