She attempted by a sheer act of will to end the scene, to will herself out of it anywhere. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. “I wonder,” he said, and went off at a tangent. "Miss Enschede was born on an island in the South Seas. ” “No,” he said, and tried again: “but I must tell you quite definitely that I feel it to be my duty to forbid any such exploit. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. Then she went in and up-stairs, hesitated on the landing, and finally, a little breathless and with an air of great dignity, opened the door and walked into Ann Veronica’s room. This time they would call it murder. 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.
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