“Why should one pretend?” she whispered. Stanley lost patience. But no more of that. He leaned forward to embrace her. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. ” “When is Michaelmas Day?” said Ann Veronica, a little abruptly.
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