Part 9 The realization that she was in love flooded Ann Veronica’s mind, and altered the quality of all its topics. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. You don’t know what you ask nor what you say. Wood fared still worse. “Oh, my dear!” she cried, and suddenly flung herself, kneeling, into her husband’s arms. "You open it, Ruth. As a matter of fact I have been waiting for you. Her head had been shaved, and around it was swathed a piece of rag, in which a few straws were stuck. The girl nodded sagely.
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