“You’re not interested in politics?” he asked, almost with a note of protest. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. Beyond that everything was nebulous. There was something in Jonathan's manner, as he issued this command, that struck the man as singular, and he afterwards recalled it.
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