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Ann Veronica sat back in an attitude of inattention, her eyes on a distant game of cricket, her mind perplexed and busy. “In any case, I decline to see you alone. "Why do you laugh?" she asked gravely. And this time the departure had a tremendous effect of finality. . "The end is the most beautiful in English literature. Then she stepped back into the empty room and stood for a moment looking down upon the scattered fragments of her last canvas. She had never experienced anything so disagreeable in her life as the sense of being held helplessly off her feet. It was a great relief to arrive at last at that pause when she could say to her aunt, “Now, dear?” and rise and hold back the curtain through the archway. Like the parrot, she could memorize the lines, but she could not understand them.
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