She held out both her hands. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. Um. You didn’t even do that Vee; not even that. Ann Veronica was one of the few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. She turned the gas up in her little sitting-room, and sank wearily into an easy chair.
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