Her sister Alice seemed to have developed a religious sense away there in Yorkshire, and made appeals that had no meaning for Ann Veronica’s mind. All his interest in Ruth, all his care and solicitude, could now be translated into a single word—love. We can’t afford to turn our women, our Madonnas, our Saint Catherines, our Mona Lisas, our goddesses and angels and fairy princesses, into a sort of man. “No Christmas dinner,” she said, “or anything nice! One doesn’t even know what you are doing. She foraged about in her mind for some satisfying equivalent which would express in English this gurgling drone the Chinese called a language. He had not had time to aim the pistol. A hundred pounds to the man who takes him.
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