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I spend many delightful hours thinking of the pleasant and beautiful things of life. SHOOH!” “That’s no reason,” said Ann Veronica, speaking through her handkerchief and stopping abruptly. The movement was fatal to her son. ” He was obviously puzzled. And then you can go home and think things over before we talk again. While I am talking about your friends, I feel—I think you ought to know how I look at it. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. I can’t rest or work or settle down to anything while things are like this between you and me. “If they matter to you, they matter. I thought it would be magnificent to have a great house in Paris, and more money than any other woman. Already the seed of a tender dream was stirring. Got the tickets? Yes, but then—you said you borrowed?” “I did, too,” said Ann Veronica. She never calls herself ‘Alcide. She saw her life before her robbed of all generous illusions, the wrappered life unwrappered forever, vistas of dull responses, crises of makebelieve, years of exacting mutual disregard in a misty garden of fine sentiments. Paris was full, and it was by no means a retired spot which she had found.
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