"Is it indeed you, or am I dreaming?" "You're not dreaming, mother," he answered. Her aunt had secretly sent on to Ann Veronica some new warm underclothing, a dozen pairs of stockings, and her last winter’s jacket, but the dear lady had overlooked those boots. ‘On the contrary,’ Gerald argued, frowning. They were in many respects so right; she clung to that, and shirked more and more the paradoxical conviction that they were also somehow, and even in direct relation to that rightness, absurd. ‘Yes, only that this consolation he had found before he married my mother.
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