6. ‘Jacques?’ ‘No. “Forgive me,” he said. 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. I’ve had a headache all day. Her words, as she said them, seemed to her to mean nothing, and there was so much that struggled for expression. Such was the condition of his mind that the danger exhilarated rather than depressed him. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. I forget the particulars, but I know it was something very disagreeable. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. We shall have—hardly any money. “What can I do?” “Go and see her. She stood among them, watching them and feeling curiously alien to them. She brought her hands up to her head and ripped out two long chunks of her hair, pulling out shreds of scalp.
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