In one of the little red circles the doctor had traced that abbreviation. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. Her favor was sought beyond all women’s favors. He always followed by showering her with kisses, embracing her tightly as she squirmed and giggled. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. “Soul to soul. I worshipped women long before I found any woman I might ever hope to worship. That turned her mind to the more generalized aspects of her perplexities again.
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