“It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. Bah. “You understand, then,” he was saying, “you understand?” “I understand,” said Ann Veronica, tear-wet and flushed with a reciprocal passion, but standing up to him with an equality that amazed even herself, “I understand. Lucia, you will come to love me and all the blessings of the Lord that marriage brings. “Ah, Vee,” he said, “that’s better! and kissed her back rather clumsily. ’ ‘True enough,’ nodded Martha sadly. I wanted the magic of love. You have only to look resolute and proceed upon your way. ’ He let her go. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut.
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