I went to the theatre that night. “You’re—I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica. A middle-aged countrywoman, plump of cheek, and a little shy. ‘That’s better,’ said Gerald, and let her go. No offence, I hope. CHAPTER III. Sheila pounded the kitchen table, causing the bell jar with the silk flowers to tip over and roll to the floor.
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