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Ann Veronica paused before she answered. She saw how overworked he was. She realized more and more the quality of the brink upon which she stood—the dreadful readiness with which in certain moods she might plunge, the unmitigated wrongness and recklessness of such a self-abandonment. As the wedding neared, she bought some finer things: a veal roast for supper, a single pearl for the dowry. My destiny, I am afraid, is going to lead me into the ruts. ‘You will take the place of André?’ ‘Exactly so.
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