She turned there, clasped her hands behind her back and put up her chin. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. It came to Ann Veronica that life was wonderful beyond measure. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. " In spite of her displeasure, Winifred could not help smiling at the absurdity of this address.
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