She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. Her softly intertwined fingers became rigid. “A woman wants a proper alliance with a man, a man who is better stuff than herself. The fascination of the idea of throwing himself upon his knees and crying out all that was in his heart! As his eyes began to focus objects, he saw one of her arms extended upon the counterpane, in his direction, the hand clenched tightly. \" She replied to him, looking into his blue eyes. \"Has that John asked you for a date?\" Cathy added. “NO!” she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a sprung tennis-racket. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying.
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