”
“Rules are for every day,” said Ann Veronica. “Why on earth,” he asked, “did you hurt me like that?”
Ann Veronica did her best to think she had not deliberately attempted to cause
him pain. She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little
movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. He paid the cab, and turned to follow her. Hell, my mom hates everyone,
don’t take this personally, but she doesn’t like you very
much and she isn’t shy about letting me know. ”
“It’s impossible. Earles
asked sharply.
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