‘Forgive my not rising to greet you,’ she said, holding out a claw-like hand. 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. I know there’s a sort of right in your impatience at the slowness of Progress.
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