May I come
home and try to be a better daughter to you?
“ANN VERONICA. Get out your pad and pencil. ”
“You want my body? It’s yours for the taking. White, my landlady, believes his
story. It was a large, littered, self-forgetful apartment, decorated with unframed
charcoal sketches by various incipient masters; and an open bookcase,
surmounted by plaster casts and the half of a human skull, displayed an odd
miscellany of books—Shaw and Swinburne, Tom Jones, Fabian Essays, Pope
and Dumas, cheek by jowl. I didn’t dream, not even in my wildest
dreaming, that—you might have any need of me. No great lover of state or state costume
at any time, he was generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in
dishabille, and in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. Horrible doubts assailed her. “Who are YOU that the world should lie down at your feet?
“You’ve got to be a decent citizen, Ann Veronica. I wish nothing at all from them. I saw her come out from the flat buildings two minutes before we entered
it last night.
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