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She isn't used to
cities. A smile trembled at the corners of her mouth as she recalled Gerald’s
ridiculous upbraiding of his own reflection in the mirror. This was good. I can't bear it. Part 7
“And what are you doing here, young lady,” he said, looking up at her face,
“wandering alone so far from home?”
“I like long walks,” said Ann Veronica, looking down on him. "
Ideas are never born; they are suggested; they are planted seeds. She was too late. They
used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s
exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and,
anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly
mischance. “Then you—you will?”
A long pause.
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