” “It’s rather jolly of you,” said Ann Veronica. Why shouldn’t we be martyrs? There’s nothing else for most of us, anyhow. ’ *** Gerald Alderley stepped out of a house he had been visiting in Hamilton Place and the door closed behind him. That is what my mother used to call me. Old thoughts, old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned to me, and I have fancied myself happy,—as happy as I am now. Detached, it was not impossible that she would be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears. There was something indeed holding the whole species back from the imaginable largeness of life. Every day in the year you will witness such scenes. He never asked questions; he never addressed his companions; and frequently he took off his cap and wiped his forehead. The supreme effect for Ann Veronica was its surpassing relevance; it made every other atmosphere she knew seem discursive and confused.
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