The supreme effect for Ann Veronica was its surpassing
relevance; it made every other atmosphere she knew seem discursive and
confused. It was she who felt guilty as he showed her
their bedroom, smelling her perfume, ingesting their
psychic leftovers. "Why you pretended not to recognize the
photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day
yesterday. “Nigel, don’t you understand. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of marrying
you, when he grows old enough. “After all,” he said, “I am not sure that you are not a very material person. They found a cosy little table in the tea-rooms, and everything was
delicious. She could not look at him through an interval that
seemed to her a vast gulf of time. Are you going to write a novel?”
“Not I,” she answered gaily. In the middle of the little town stood the shop of a Jew dealer in old clothes. Nor must it be imagined, that while he thus exercised his teeth, he neglected the
flagon.
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