265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door. ‘I’ve never found a woman who did not drive me into a frenzy of boredom. Sometimes I think she’s tired of us. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. “LOOKS all right,” said Ann Veronica, regarding him with her head first on one side and then on the other, and trying to be agreeable. But that was all over. I'm a stickler about clothes and clean chins. Capes smiled cheerfully with his eyes meeting hers.
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