“I was born there. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. "I'm tired of the life I'm leading. Ann Veronica’s universe, which had never been altogether so respectful to her as she could have wished, gave a shout and whirled head over heels. One puts gloves on one’s greedy fingers. “It couldn’t be. It will be his interest to do so. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. Shalford says—the accidental conquering the essential.
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