If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap
of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that
somewhere near to me. Ann Veronica’s experiences of
men had been among more stable types—Teddy, who was always absurd; her
father, who was always authoritative and sentimental; Manning, who was always
Manning. But we smirk a little, I’m afraid, habitually when we talk to
you. “We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so
that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. ”
“You will have no objection to his remaining here?” he asked. We can see round them and behind
them and through them, and most of us use that knowledge, in the silent way we
have, for our great ends.
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