“I wonder,” said Ann Veronica at last, “if I am beautiful? I wonder if I shall ever shine like a light, like a translucent goddess?— “I wonder— “I suppose girls and women have prayed for this, have come to this—In Babylon, in Nineveh. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. I’m like a creature just wakened up. Why had she married him, off-hand, like that? She did not love him, or he knew nothing of love signs. Pay fools with promises. He reeled, and crashed to the floor. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. ‘And it is me you dare accuse? It is yourself you should arrest. The young lady I was with is not married at all. I’ve got imagination.
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