Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. “We may just as well have our talk afterwards,” she said, “and I need not keep poor Mr. ‘Damn you, what’s the matter with you?’ he snapped in frustration. She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. His breath grew shallower as he approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his hallway-reverberated footfalls.
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