“We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. And now she was discovering that even Nature was something of a liar, with her mirages and her horizons. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. Remember that he’s not at all a bad sort, and to speak frankly, he’s your salvation. You can think all round me.
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