“Ann Veronica,” he said, “I tell you this is love. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. I HAD to. From where had he come, and why? An author! To her he would be no less interesting because he was unsuccessful. The kindly American consul-general had himself taken her to the bank, where her banknotes had been exchanged for a letter of credit, and had thoroughly advised her.
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