And like that gospel it meant something, something different from its phrases, something elusive, and yet something that in spite of the superficial incoherence of its phrasing, was largely essentially true. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. He drove to his apartment, a second floor studio he 120 was renting above a bakery. She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. Hurrying down the Haymarket, he was arrested by a crowd who were collected round a street-singer. ” “I thought I was old enough,” she gasped, between laughter and crying.
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