“I should like to speak to you for a few minutes,” he said to Anna, dropping his voice a little. ” “I married pretty young,” said Capes. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. The only occasional presence other than a skeleton crew of servants was Sebastianus, who occasionally joined Gianfrancesco in the hunt for stag, rabbit, or quail, and then went away for another fortnight. Gossip was the driving force in Sheila’s existence. Capes sat down in the armchair beside her. ‘Where’s the sense in running away?’ ‘Doesn’t trust me,’ Gerald said briefly. ” “Yes, but men;” said Ann Veronica, plunging; “don’t you want the love of men?” For some seconds they remained silent, both shocked by this question. But he dismissed that because then she would ask her lover and not him all these things.
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