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Look at these walls. Cloud
back of your hat!" He opened his eyes again. ”
“He said, ‘Poor Alice has got no end!’”
“Alice’s are different,” said Ann Veronica, after an interval. ’
She let out a peal of laughter. Agreeably he
helped her take the shirt off. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were
in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure!
but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street
again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. At the same
time,” she added, in a suddenly altered tone, “it isn’t anything whatever to do
with you, is it?”
“Why not?” he answered. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head
had the nebulosity of a composite photograph.
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