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Surely she could ignore him. ” “A little pit!” said Ann Veronica; “a little prison!” “It’s just as often a little refuge. Or he would find something—a wave in her hair, a little line in the contour of her brow or neck, that made an exquisite discovery. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time.
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