It’s a world of dirt and skin diseases and parasites. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. 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. ‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. But, uttering a loud cry, he was swept away by the headlong torrent. ‘And then vanished into thin air,’ rejoined Hilary on a sardonic note.
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