“Dear friend,” she said, “remember that you are speaking to one who has failed
in the only serious object which she has ever sought to accomplish. ”
“I never felt so absolutely right,” said Ann Veronica. Stanley,
putting his hands on the table in the manner rather of a barrister than a solicitor,
and regarding her balefully through his glasses with quite undisguised animosity,
asked, “And may I presume to inquire, then, what you mean to do?—how do
you propose to live?”
“I shall live,” sobbed Ann Veronica. Loneliness—something that was almost physical: as if the vitality had been
taken out of the air she breathed. He would have to go on; he would be forced to enact all the obligations he
had imposed upon himself. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he
had done, the old trader nodded. “Much better.
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