Ann Veronica’s universe, which had never been altogether so respectful to her as she could have wished, gave a shout and whirled head over heels. Huge trees obscured the view of it. There was no past, no future, only this exhilarating present. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. It had been part of her wedding trousseau, a gift from her family to his. “Let me hasten,” she said, “to reassure you. She had all the fascination of being absolutely perplexing in this respect. I loved her and made love to her, and I don’t think she quite loved me back in the same way.
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