” For some creditable moments in her life Ann Veronica was utterly disgusted with herself; she was wrung with a passionate and belated desire to move gently, to speak softly and ambiguously—to be, in effect, prim. And she would have rushed to him, if she had not been forcibly withheld by her son. He knew she had been weeping. Her heartbeat quickened. She had noticed a twenty year pattern emerging, and funny how opportunity seemed to strike just when she was getting truly anxious. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. It was not the arrival of the guests, but merely the maid moving about in the hall. Our ideal had fallen.
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