She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. Ann Veronica’s experiences of men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always Manning. “Veronique!” she cried with a rising intonation, though never before had she called Ann Veronica anything but Miss Stanley, and seized her and squeezed her and kissed her with profound emotion. That—that isn’t living! You are beside yourself. “But I am judge of that,” said Manning.
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