She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. D'ye hear. Ann Veronica felt no repulsion at the prospect. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury.
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