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” Ann Veronica thought. “You did not wish to see him particularly this evening, then?” Anna hesitated. There is no future for me here. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. Or felt it. Please sit with me. Her sense of humour could not wholly resist his abnormal gravity. What a pity! For all her ignorance of material things—the human inventions which served the physical comforts of man—how much she knew about man himself! She had seen him bereft of all those spiritual props which permit man to walk on two feet instead of four—broken, without resilience.
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