All through the love music of the second act, until the hunting horns of Mark break in upon the dream, Ann Veronica’s consciousness was flooded with the perception of a man close beside her, preparing some new thing to say to her, preparing, perhaps, to touch her, stretching hungry invisible tentacles about her. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home. "Maybe he realized that he was slipping fast and thought a fine action might give him a hand-hold on life again.
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