“I don’t love him,” said Ann Veronica, getting a gleam. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. I don't threaten idly, as you know. She was an indignant queen, no doubt she was alarmed and disgusted within limits; but she was highly excited, and there was something, some low adventurous strain in her being, some element, subtle at least if base, going about the rioting ways and crowded insurgent meeting-places of her mind declaring that the whole affair was after all—they are the only words that express it—a very great lark indeed. “I don’t take any prisoners, John! You do not want this life!” “Yes I do! I am an adult. “These are the sort of things that aren’t supposed to happen. This—this shatters a world!” She tried to feel sorry, but her sense of his immense egotism was strong and clear.
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