’ Melusine threw her hands in the air. "Why, hello, Ah Cum! What's the trouble?" Ah Cum took his hands from his sleeves. The imbecile. ‘Sir?’ enquired the lad. Ann Veronica felt suddenly an effect of tremendous pathos; she would have given anything to have been able to frame and make some appeal, some utterance that should bridge this bottomless chasm that had opened between her and her father, and she could find nothing whatever to say that was in the least sincere and appealing. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. If you noticed, our house is fairly close to the road. “For seven years,” said Ann Veronica, “I have been trying to keep myself from thinking about love. . I might utter a million, and still I doubt if I could make you understand.
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