“Life’s so queer,” she said, kneeling and looking into the flames. The windows of these rooms were obscured with draperies, their floors a carpet patchwork; the china ornaments on their mantels were of a class apart. There was no need to be afraid for me. Ann Veronica hesitated with a question that had leaped up in her mind, and that she felt was cruel. I hate what I have to do to survive. ’ ‘I have no game. Something insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man was there. Some day older people, perhaps, will trouble to understand younger people, and there won’t be these fierce disruptions; there won’t be barriers one must defy or perish.
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