“Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. A fierce struggle ensued. “Idiots!” she said, when she heard this pandemonium, and with particular reference to this young lady with the throaty contralto next door. Ann Veronica’s desire to laugh unrestrainedly was checked by the tremendous earnestness of his expression. Somewhere in the world would be his people, perhaps his mother; and it might soften the bitterness, of the return to consciousness if he found a woman at his bedside. “We have come too close together for me to believe it. ” “Couldn’t I make a treaty?” Ann Veronica thought, and could not see any possible treaty that would leave it open for her to have quasi-surreptitious dinners with Ramage or go on walking round the London squares discussing Socialism with Miss Miniver toward the small hours. ‘Might have forgiven him,’ he muttered under his breath, ‘if he hadn’t taken the babe. ” He stepped past her to the door and closed it. Earles?” he inquired.
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