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She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. “It isn’t anything to do with our times particularly. Except he was the only idiot who would stay.
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