“And children must we women bear— “Oh, damn!” she cried, as the hundred-and-first couplet or so presented itself in her unwilling brain. I'll wait for you down here. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest.
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