It came to Ann Veronica that life was wonderful beyond measure. . “John, you were never bound to me, you don’t owe me anything. . My dear! we’ve had so many moments! I used to go over the times we’d had together, the things we’d said—like a rosary of beads. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive, as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells. Fifty sent home. True to her nature, Cathy had already offered John snacks and drinks of water twice by the time Lucy bounded down the stairs at 3:58. There were menacing possibilities; the thought of them set him a-tremble. So that the thought of Ann Veronica up-stairs had been extremely painful for her through all the silent dinner-time that night.
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