’ At that, a flush drenched her cheeks and she snatched her hand away. Then suddenly with a rush came reality, came “growing up”; a hasty imperative appeal for seriousness, for supreme seriousness. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. ‘Grace à dieu, he breathes still. One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing. She decided to go out into the London afternoon again and get something to eat in an Aerated Bread shop or some such place, and perhaps find a cheap room for herself. Part of her even believed that her mother would have wanted her to stop feeling guilty and to be happy. “You were going to answer it?” “Certainly not!” she said deliberately. ‘But the fact remains that you should not have enjoyed it, you were quite right to threaten to kill me, and I— God help me!—should not have kissed you at all. ’ ‘He did, you know,’ grinned Gerald. She should have slapped him but she was in shock at her own thoughts of lust that arose.
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