Ann Veronica snatched at the opportunity, and spent most of the intervening time
in the Assyrian Court of the British Museum, reading and thinking over a little
book upon the feminist movement the tired woman had made her buy. One
of the shutters was a trifle damaged, letting in added light. “She will take her risk,” she answered. “I wonder,” he said, “how you would like to be made love to—boldly or
timorously or sentimentally. At a little distance
from the party, sat a tall, sinister-looking personage, with harsh inflexible
features, a gaunt but muscular frame, and large bony hands. Instead of English villas and cottages there
were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald
and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such
shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before.
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