The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. Do you know of what I speak?” “I do, I do!” She said. ” “H’m!” said Ann Veronica, and shook her head. I could not dream of loving you. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right.
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