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‘From a convent? Even if I wished to do it, I could not. "
"When will you want me?"—with pitiful eagerness. I'm trying to
make you see the worldly point of view, which always inclines toward the evil
side of things. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but
now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive
and articulate and insistent. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the
drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her
with horror. You’ll be telling me
Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose. John finally wrested her away from the company of his
parents, insisting that he wanted to take a walk in the park
before it was completely dark. The sun was setting when she
carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their
remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale
chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of
mildewy lettuce. Gray and tranquil world! Amazing, passionless
world! A world in which days without meaning, days in which “we don’t want
things to happen” followed days without meaning—until the last thing
happened, the ultimate, unavoidable, coarse, “disagreeable. An ugly flush stained his cheeks. “I heard the clock strike as I crossed the square,” she answered.
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