. ’ ‘A life of ease?’ repeated Melusine. Ann Veronica’s experiences of men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always Manning. She expanded that. The chapel was situated in the old ballroom, and from there, down a few stairs, the vestry had taken the place of the pantry next to the kitchens. ‘And I’d like to know what the devil—’ ‘Out of town?’ repeated Melusine, stupefied. Bête, she told herself fiercely. “That was a moment of madness,” she said. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine.
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