The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. I’m making a mess of my life— unless you come in and take it. For a time Ann Veronica went on her way gauging the quality of sordid streets. Our ideal had fallen.
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