The joy of being loved thrilled her as nothing before had ever done, a curious abstract joy which had nothing in it at that moment of regret or even pity. A person of somewhat artificial graces and mannerisms, she was for once in her life perfectly natural. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. ’ He called through the library door. “I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could respect. “Some day,” she answered. 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. Her aunt did not object to capital punishment or war, or the industrial system or casual wards, or flogging of criminals or the Congo Free State, because none of these things really got hold of her imagination; but she did object, she did not like, she could not bear to think of people not having and enjoying their meals.
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