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Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. He loved Ann Veronica, he said; he was so mad to have her that he defeated himself, and did crude and alarming and senseless things. But don't let my name frighten you. Her nerves were shattered, her senses dazed by this unexpected shock. ‘Neither do I,’ he responded, frowning, ‘but for Gerald’s sake, I’ll do anything I can. Nature is a mother; her sympathies have always been feminist, and she has tempered the man to the shorn woman. And, now, to find a messenger. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. Dim possibilities that she would not seem to look at even to herself gesticulated in the twilight background of her mind.
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