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“Are you feeling okay?”
She could feel a parade of ants dotting her skin. The same pale white buttocks, the
same freckles in the same unchanging patterns on her
collarbone that all of her mother’s potions had never
been able to erase. “Before I came to England I
was told that there were two things which an Englishman who was comme-ilfaut never did. Don't strip me quite. ‘How could you possibly know it?’
‘I know it,’ Lucilla told him frostily, ‘because Dorothée told me that Madame
Valade went off with Gerald positively purring in her ear—which is a thing he
never does—and came back with him looking like the cat after cream. I can't invent; the thing won't come. Part 7
“And what are you doing here, young lady,” he said, looking up at her face,
“wandering alone so far from home?”
“I like long walks,” said Ann Veronica, looking down on him. With an open hand, he slapped her face. And thus it was that she
came upon a book of Stevenson's verse—her first adventure into poetry.
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