It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. She knew, too, she must not hesitate. Clear water gave away to gray as she waded deeper, feeling her slippers on rock. But it never said: "Tell someone! Tell someone!" Was he something of a moral pervert, then? Was it what he had lost—the familiar world—rather than what he had done? He stared dully at the footrail. . "What has put it into your head that your son yet lives?" he asked. Their future would be glorious; he saw it in their eyes; he saw it in the beauty of their young heads. So that Ann Veronica was not able to get the expert advice she certainly needed upon her spiritual state. All his dreams shattered in an instant. "No; we never had one; at least, I never saw it.
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