The day was unseasonably humid and dark, a thick fog having descended over manicured lawns. The storm burst upon them in its fury. Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very much. Why? He could preach the Word and deny Love!—tame the savage heart, succour broken white men!—pray with his face strained with religious fervour! The idea made her dizzy because it was so inexplicable. “Do not be frightened, dear,” she said.
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