“Nothing can cheer me,” he said, “except champagne. ‘Comment? This is not a mirror!’ It was a portrait. ” She dropped back into a crouching attitude and began to weep. It’s well hidden, miss. Heaven knows what dim and tawdry conceptions of passion and desire were in that blond cranium, what romance-begotten dreams of intrigue and adventure! but they sufficed, when presently Ann Veronica went out into the darkling street again, to inspire a flitting, dogged pursuit, idiotic, exasperating, indecent. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. Three little letters can’t make a bit of difference. " She departed reluctantly. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. He's rewriting Poe and De Maupassant; and that stuff was good only when Poe and De Maupassant wrote it.
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