‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. She kept pausing in her work and regarding it, and when Capes came round to her, she first put her hand in her lap and then rather awkwardly in front of him. O'Higgins was all that the doctor had imagined a detective to be: a bulky policeman in civilian clothes. “He writes very well,” said Ann Veronica. And this damning evidence―’ with a brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed. She even thought that perhaps she might come to love him, in spite of that faint indefinable flavor of absurdity that pervaded his courtly bearing. There are so many things I want to tell you, and they stand on such different levels, that the effect is necessarily confusing and discordant, and I find myself doubting if I am really giving you the thread of emotion that should run through all this letter.
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