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“You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He asked with a sardonic grin on his face. She shook them off of one foot. Her hands wove through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. He had certain orders from which on no account was he to deviate. But although startled and clearly afraid, there was no self-consciousness in her gaze and she was standing her ground. “And think, think”—her voice sank —“of the horrible coarseness!” “What coarseness?” said Ann Veronica. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. For a time she looked at no more apartments, and walked through gaunt and ill-cleaned streets, through the sordid under side of life, perplexed and troubled, ashamed of her previous obtuseness.
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