She slipped out the window, jumping to the ground from the second story with very little sound. The very old lady in the antimacassar touched Ann Veronica’s arm suddenly, and said, in a deep, arch voice: “Talking of love again; spring again, love again. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet.
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