She could hear the raucous laughter and bad music below. Lucy had been ignoring her, not purposefully, but noticeably. And yet for all that— It got into Ann Veronica’s nights at last and kept her awake, the perplexing contrast between the advanced thought and the advanced thinker. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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