CHAPTER XIX. ” It was, Ann Veronica felt, at once absurd and extraordinarily right. But think of the disillusionment! Except for our sex we have minds like men, desires like men. I suppose I believe in God. Superstition—you knock into it whichever way you turn. ‘I lived with the Valades for some years. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy. ‘You mean that there is a rival Melusine to the one he has heard about? He does not. My poor son despairs of me, for I have primed every member of the family to bring me the latest novels whenever they choose to visit.
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