The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly, and said, in a deep, arch voice: “Talking of love again; spring again, love again. 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. It isn’t illusions—for us. Gay, by his strokes of pleasantry, whether in his writings or conversation, never lost a friend. Then her eyes flashed. They would be partners only in loneliness. She leaves me almost without comparisons. She began to weep in long, aching sobs. " "Wretch!" cried Jack, raising his hand in a menacing manner, "your triumph will be short-lived.
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