His head turned
sideways towards the noise, his brows scowling. They will guess that I am English. “Very well,” said Ann Veronica, with an air of concluding the discussion. We have seen pitted cheeks, which we would not
exchange for dimples and a satin skin. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been
taken out of the air she breathed. If she had any idea at all, it was
something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful,
with a happy ending. ’
‘Entirely English,’ said Gerald as one making a discovery. Once before—but that had been different. There came a wild rush of anthropological lore into her brain, a flare of
indecorous humor. "And who is this Van Gal—Gal—what's his
outlandish name?"
"Van Galgebrok," replied the widow.
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