All the same, I don’t admit it. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. Jonathan had not deceived him. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled. They seemed the most wrapped things in all Ann Veronica’s wrappered world.
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