He could scarcely blame her. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. He knew it absolutely, as if he had the check in his hand. The two friends contrasted strikingly with each other. Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. ‘It is necessary that one is at all times ready to protect oneself,’ explained the young lady flatly. ’ A sudden clatter of booted feet sounded in the hall beyond. She prevaricated. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as Miss Miniver. ” Miss Stanley reflected as Ann Veronica went toward the house. So completely! The oddest fitness! What is it made of? Texture of skin and texture of mind? Complexion and voice. ’ ‘Of course you weren’t there,’ snapped Hilary.
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